On My Way Lyrics IMRAN Khan

I'm on, I'm on my way
Four, four exhausts on the whip
No need to race (fiber glass)

Fiber glass black tints can't see my face
With the gloves on with these scales
Won't leave no trace (yeah, yeah)

(in a, in a) in the trap
I'm tryin' to get away
Got another call I'm on my way
Amg, I'm speedin' I'm on my way
Tun tunnel vision when I'm switching lanes
(vroom, vroom, vroom)

Aa-aa-aa I push to the limit out of the universe (what)
Never gonna quit till I get what I deserve
Baby bring it back bit down and reverse
Kari sanu pay 100k for a verse (verse)

Intelligent smart meri girl na ve blonde
She always so fleek kare time te response
Ni rawan naa main kol tere jaavan main beyond
Labbhegi ve mainu saare passe when I'm gone

Aye lamborghini sv je ve na koyi ford
Le jaavan main door tainu karaan teleport
Ay, vekh ke ni mainu kar sake na afford
Jaa jaavi new delhi te dubai new york

Jinna vi main dawan ohnu mangdi ae more
Laavi eh morocco ch hiya asian storm
Hovan poore land ch fully in comfort

We don't do discussion conversation not to long

I'm on my way
Four, four exhausts on the whip
No need to race (fiber glass)

Fiber glass black tints can't see my face
With the gloves on with these scales
Won't leave no trace (yeah, yeah)

(in a, in a) in the trap
I’m tryin’ to get away (away)
Got another call, I'm on my way (on my way)
Amg, I'm speedin, I'm on my way
Tun tunnel vision when I'm switching lanes

Tainu main wakhawan kivein jaave da ve faster
Fully in control kitthe hove na disaster
Temperature eh high jivein madagascar
Chabi sadde kol tere dil di eh master

Professional mainu lagdi na standard
Oh mainu samajh di ae from every angle
Ni tere naal naal rahwan main forever
Dave na koyi stress jadon karan naa main answer

Ni teri tight skinny gucci di ve jean ae
Kisi nu na aan davan main na in between
Dil na tu todi jivein iphone da screen
Main tera king khan tu saddi queen

Baby let me drive it no uber I'm a rider
Balenciaga de ne sweater sadde oversized eh
Lagni ae cool saanu lagni ae nice
Stomach ch nachde ne sadde butterflies

I'm on my way
Four, four exhausts on the whip
No need to race (fiber glass)
Fiber glass black tints can't see my face

With the gloves on with these scales
Won’t leave no trace (yeah, yeah)

In the trap I'm tryin' to get away (away)
Got another call, I'm on my way (on my way)
Amg, I'm speedin, I'm on my way
Tun tunnel vision when I’m switching lanes
(vroom, vroom, vroom)