[Verse 1: AP Dhillon]
When a Jatt carries something, faces turn pale
No trace is left from the weapon from Munger
It's a one-time use, the fuse goes off and then they all run inside
[Chorus]
The boys from Bihar have guns with .315 bullets
The boys from Bihar have guns with .315 bullets
[Verse 2: Shinda Kahlon]
There are no notes in the farmers' fields
No serial numbers get reported
Just keep it close and load it quickly, it's ready for action
[Chorus]
The boys from Bihar have guns with .315 bullets
Thе boys from Bihar have guns with .315 bullets
[Verse 3: Jazzy B]
They keep thеir conscience alive like live ammo
They build their bodies like John Cena
Black brass doesn't stop their shine
They swing a seven-kilo axe with power
The bullets make a sound when they fly past your ear
Courage can never be borrowed
Tell me the truth about the heavy burdens we carry
Today's warriors are like Sikandars
[Chorus]
The boys from Bihar have guns with .315 bullets
The boys from Bihar have guns with .315 bullets
[Verse 4: AP Dhillon]
When they see us, they fly off like bullets
They don't respect the words of wisdom from the elders
Mansions sit on hills
But the boys only bow their heads to the strong
[Chorus]
The boys from Bihar have guns with .315 bullets
The boys from Bihar have guns with .315 bullets
[Verse 5: AP Dhillon]
When it's time, they take action and don't hesitate
They take down the enemy with a single shot
Their screams echo as they approach
Ready to face any challengers
[Chorus]
The boys from Bihar have guns with .315 bullets
The boys from Bihar have guns with .315 bullets
[Outro: Jazzy B]
Oh, you already know
Don't fuck with the Jatts