Bağlama Bass Bounce

Hey, yeah

Get ready for the main event.

I step on the stage and I make my own rules Play

by my rhythm, ignoring the fools From Istanbul streets to the top

of the chart This is the heat that I spark from the

start (watch me glow)

Can you feel the vibration rising high

Underneath the dark velvet sky (un,

deux, trois)

Shake the ground when we pull up to the spot

Turning up the heat,

yeah we make it too hot

East meets West when the bassline drops Turkish-trap fire and it never

ever stops (hahaha)

Gold on my neck and the beat in my veins No one

can hold me, I'm cutting the chains Swaying like silk but I

strike like a blade

Look at the empire we already made (yeah,

that's right)

Slow it down for a minute,

let it breathe

Watch what we do when we unleash.

Shake the ground when we pull up to the spot Turning up

the heat, yeah we make it too hot

East meets West when the bassline drops

Turkish-trap fire and it never ever stops (let's go!)

Yeah, we out.