Karan Aujla – Top Fella Lyrics (English Translation)
[Intro/Section 1]
The whole world bows down, saying “yes sir” to him.
They throw rocks and call him a goon, but he wears it like a medal.
When he walks past, the very ground starts to shake.
“Who’s that boy?” They say his pride will never break.
Everyone claims the same thing their ink runs jet black.
Even he doesn’t know how many enemies he’s stacked.
Looks like a big shot, but how many really have his back?
Who is he? When he leaves, he heads straight for the tracks.
Last night, three of his crew got locked up in a cell.
He’s been a wild renegade since God knows when, raising hell.
The whole world bows down, saying “yes sir” to him.
“Who’s that boy?” They say his pride will never break.
[Verse 2]
He takes hits on his chest, never shows his back.
Keeps his whip so shiny, like a mirror, glossy black.
Got his brothers on the list, but why would he unpack?
He’ll break your heart and won’t even glance back.
Even the top girl couldn’t make him drop his name.
He fed his whole squad with the fortune that he made.
Wherever thorns were scattered, he walked barefoot through the pain.
“Who’s that boy?” They say he’ll never bow again.
[Verse 3]
The friend he keeps, he keeps them close no cracks, no loose ends.
He gathers every right he can, no filter, no pretend.
They all get hyped around him, but none can hold his gaze.
Three missed calls on his phone like a snake in a cage.
He drives a nail through his enemy’s chest on the very first try.
He’s got a Lambo or a Bugatti parked right outside.
The whole world bows down, saying “yes sir” to him.
“Who’s that boy?” They say his pride will never break.
[Verse 4]
His grandfather was a thinker from a different time.
No one from above ever dared to cross their line.
Count the boiling blood don’t let the heat ignite.
The caravan moved on from Ghurala overnight.
The world is starving just to see him, but he won’t let them feast.
He hits the rooftop, fires a shot, and puts the whole street to sleep.
The whole world bows down, saying “yes sir” to him.
“Who’s that boy?” They say his pride will never break.
[Verse 5: Switch-up]
And me? I touchdown from Mumbai straight to Mohali.
Who’s the boy? Baby, I shut down the whole city.
Everyone asking, “Where did this kid come from?”
How much money did he stack? Bust-down Rollie, I won.
If someone claims their right, I hit ’em back on the first beat.
I don’t shake hands I bury ’em right there in the street.
Cheated and ate, still called on God’s name with every bite.
One mistake? I fed milk to the snakes. No light.
I don’t keep weak links, don’t place bets where hats get tossed.
This boy’s rise? Put your money down, no second thoughts.
We don’t die like yogis, sitting still.
I don’t feed my friends to wolves I keep it real.
I don’t pray for them, no hand can reach my zone.
My enemies are trembling, and their women? They sleep alone.
[Outro/Section 6]
His girl wears Hermès, rides a horse with golden reins.
He’s trapped in the Nephe 24/7, running through the lanes.
The whole world bows down, saying “yes sir” to him.
“Who’s that boy?” They say his pride will never break.
