3 Drags Lyrics English Translation – Vichaar 

Hook / Chorus:
3 Drags got me fcked up, got me fcked up
(Repeated)
Just three drags and I’m completely messed up.

Verse 1:
Bitch, I’m at your neck jaise mangal sutra
Bitch, I’m at your neck like a mangal sutra (sacred marriage necklace).

Block pe jab spin karu whip lage doosraaaa
When I spin through the block, my ride looks brand new.

Harr gaana bhajan sa ye microphone nahi chook raha
Every track hits like a hymn — I don’t miss when I’m on the mic.

Shayar ke sheron se paala padta jungle koodra
My poetic verses clash with wild animals from the jungle.

Badi BT to badi beedi ka tu poora bundle fookra
In deep trouble? You just smoke full bundles of cheap cigarettes.

Vo kareebi nahi jo karey pity aur bole halaaton se jhooch raha
Someone who pities me and blames circumstances is no real homie.

PUIA ki beat hai delicacy I’m here to eat to thoos raha
PUIA’s beat is a delicacy — I’m here to feast, and I’m stuffing myself.

Pop corny rapper hote jab karte Act 2 bruh
These pop-corny rappers act like they’re in Act II (a popcorn brand) — fake as hell.

Verse 2:
Sade log bharoon bade tote mein leke bade note
I fill my bag with big cash notes, surrounded by real ones.

Dil khokar mila chain
After giving my heart, I found peace.

Henny-Coke saath heavy tok rakhu bud-hi close karein Topple tera gang
Henny and Coke in one hand, strong tokes of weed — I’ll shake up your gang.

Main nahi Goat lekin badi khoj leke gehri soch kara chaupat tera plan
I may not call myself the GOAT, but my deep thoughts will wreck your plan.

Heavy coat pehne Heliport pe karu teliport fer chopper karey bang
Wearing a heavy coat, I teleport to the heliport — the chopper goes bang.

Verse 3:
Betichd Aae dinn mile peti-chor**
You motherfcker — you’re just a petty thief in disguise.

Tabhi dhann chupaata bin peti coat
That’s why you hide your wealth without even a briefcase.

Kala aisi ki koi hai ni quote
My art is so unique, there’s no quote that matches it.

Kaala paisa kare peddi score
Even my black money scores well.

Hisaab se baat krr pehle to
First, talk to me properly — settle accounts.

Pehli kamaai jaati daddy ko
My first earnings went straight to my dad.

Bacha gandhi jaata baddie ko
Now the leftover filth goes to these so-called baddies.

Verse 4:
Hoton par lagakar fenny ko funny vo
She puts fenny (liquor) on her lips, acting all funny.

Karaake menicure sune kisi ki na behri vo
Gets manicures done, listens to no one — she’s deaf to advice.

Chaahe mai duba du nashe si lage vo marie gold
Even if I drown her, she’ll still feel like she’s high on Marie Golds.

Poori raat Telephone pe chipkaake kaan binn fevikol
Stuck on the phone all night, like her ears are glued with Fevicol.

Vaise to Ghaayal kare vo ishaaron lekin jab suna mai gaur se badi bore
She seduces with gestures, but when she speaks — total bore.

Verse 5:
I might just bang a whore in Bangalore par chahiye ni silicone valley
Might hook up in Bangalore, but I’m not after fake Silicon Valley types.

Karu ni tag along I stand alone ek haath se bajata taali
I don’t tag along — I stand alone, clapping with one hand.

Bahara jab bank account to badal la tone ab raaton mei hori kavaali
Now that my account’s loud, my tone has changed — it’s qawwali in my nights.

Bhyi ismei meri kya galti ki teri vaali meri story lagari
Is it my fault your girl feels like my story?

Verse 6:
You trippin dawg, Le karrle dolo pop
You’re trippin, dawg — take a dolo, pop one.

YE CHOOSE KHOON MERA, Badan pe odomos
They chose my blood — I wear Odomos (mosquito repellent) on my body.

Kafan pe molotov, tu jalega when the solo drops
Molotovs over your shroud — you’ll burn when my solo drops.

Role ho flop got that chrome tucked jaise robocop
Your role’s a flop — I’ve got the chrome (gun) tucked in like Robocop.

Verse 7:
Seeng maarne aare saekdo mein, Lehraate laal rumaal mai matador hun matteron mein
Hundreds charge with horns, red handkerchiefs waving — I’m the matador in the madness.

Utaara baal ki khaal to contract se cancel hogaye
I stripped everything down — now they’re out of contract.

Mai maaru pocket haath hai bharte ladke jacketon mein
I rob pockets — hands stay full while boys stash gear in their jackets.

Hook Repeat:
3 drags bade qartab
Three drags pull off great tricks.

3 drags karey sarr thapp
Three drags hit your head hard.

3 drags bade qartab, 3 drags lage harr waqt
Three drags, full of action — and it’s hitting all the time.

Outro / Final Hook:
3 Drags got me f*cked up
(Repeated)