YUNG SAMMY, Seedhe Maut, and Wamp unite for ‘MUDDA’. Lyricists Abhijay Negi, Anshuman Lehri, Samuel Lloyds Morrison, and Siddhant Sharma write the verses. The same team, along with Wamp, creates the music.
Released: October 15, 2025
MUDDA
Seedhe Maut | Yung Sammy
MUDDA Lyrics Translation – Seedhe Maut | Yung Sammy
Seedhe Maut writes about rap rivalry with lines like ‘Pulled a pistol and made his girl get down on all fours’. The artists describe rising from school days to luxury, mentioning money bags and international travels. They dismiss rivals hiding under umbrellas.
Seedhe Maut Sammy hai dikhta bas greySeedhe Maut and Sammy only see the grey
Chai pe baithe hum London ya NoidaDrinking tea whether we’re in London or Noida
L#lli si shakal ka bhidenge hum seSmall-fries with tiny faces want to clash with us
Hum rapper complete hai jaise Cu Boi kaWe’re complete rappers like Cu Boi’s collection
Hona jo waise bhi ho gayaWhatever had to happen has already happened
Tu toh pitega par bol kya karenge tere boy kaYou’re gonna get thrashed, but tell me, what should I do with your boy?
Sona tha bandi ke c#ucho meinHe wanted to sleep in his girl’s embrace
Lekin vo aaj ki raat se khabar pe soyegaBut from tonight onwards, he’ll be sleeping in the news headlines
Kha kise kitno ki maa c#odiWho did he devour, and whose mother did he mess with?
Aah ahhAah ahh
Kamar se nikala ghoda aur bandi koPulled a pistol from my waist and made his girl,
Diya bana ghodiget down on all fours
Aah AahAah Aah
Muh c#odni karte hai baalakThese kids just talk a big game
Aur baalak aa karte hai muh c#odiAnd these kids keep on running their mouths
Aah AahAah Aah
Shakle dikhte hain news akhbaaron meinFaces are appearing in the news and newspapers
Jaise main hoon Modi ooh oohLike I’m the Prime Minister, ooh ooh
Kaha par hain rapper ye dikhte nahi gaayab hainWhere are these rappers? I don’t see them, they’ve vanished
Dost inke SM pe flip ho rahiTheir friends are flipping sides on Seedhe Maut
Janwar hain baithe teen rapper nahiThere are three beasts sitting here, not just rappers
Papa hu ladko ka chhaate mein chup ho raheI’m these boys’ father, they’re hiding under umbrellas
Ye mic pe chilla rahe par inke ye j#aate se vocal nahi clip ho rahe naThey’re screaming on the mic but their pubic-like vocals aren’t even clipping, right?
Ye paisa ye b#tches ye bud hai kamaayaThis money, these girls, this weed is what I’ve earned
Bas music se fatah bin filmon keWon it all just through music, without any films
Haan Greater Noida wala sh#t hai saath hai Sammy joYeah, it’s that Greater Noida stuff, and Sammy’s right here
Ek bandi mujhko boli Calm se bajna hai don’t say noA girl told me she wants to vibe with Calm, don’t say no
Main jau jaha paisa jaye jab launde jaaye jaha booty goI go where the money flows, while the boys go where the girls go
If the truth be told yaha dono ladke nuke hain phodIf the truth be told, both these boys are setting off nukes
Yung Sammy aur Seedhe Maut dekh bhai g#and toh tutni haiYung Sammy and Seedhe Maut, look brother, someone’s gonna get broken
Bhari rakha poora system ab life lage meri movie haiKept the whole system loaded, now my life feels like a movie
I’m one of a kind aur b#tch meri lage mujhe kaafi choosy haiI’m one of a kind, and my girl seems pretty selective to me
Ek bandi ho rahi mujhse kaafi frank mere sar pe chadh ke khud rahi haiA girl’s getting way too familiar, jumping all over my head
Verse likha maine UK mein par Delhi mein jaake ye take liyaWrote the verse in the UK, but I recorded the take back in Delhi
Kaafi pehle se tha studio mein locked in fir LA mein jaake ek break liyaWas locked in the studio for a long time, then took a break in LA
Don’t give a f#ck about a price tag mera maan kiya toh phir le liyaDon’t give a damn about a price tag, if I wanted it, I just bought it
Ek b#ti c#od ka faltu bol raha gaadi ki dikki mein ghar diyaSome idiot was talking trash, so I shoved him in the trunk of the car
Marta tha bunk mein business classesUsed to ditch school for business classes
But now I fly that sh#tBut now I fly in those classes
Teacher jo kehti thi “tu likhta nahi achha”The teacher who used to say, “You don’t write well”
She knows I write that sh#tShe knows I write that fire
Har ek baar mera holy verseEvery single time my verse is holy,
Jaise karta hoon main baptizingit’s like I’m out here baptizing
Don’t give a f#ck about a b#tch egoDon’t give a damn about a coward’s ego,
Karta nahi kabhi main backbitingI’ve never once engaged in backbiting
Yung Sammy SM yaha pe koi rakhna nahi pair it’s a landmine tingYung Sammy, SM’s here, don’t you step foot, it’s a landmine thing
Na chale koi branding na chale marketing na chale franchiseBranding won’t work, marketing won’t work, no franchise works
Bata kaise na tutegi g#and ab inki jabTell me how they won’t get wrecked when
Bacha koi chaara hi nahithere’s simply no other choice left
Bata kaise na sukhengi praan inke baapTell me how their lives won’t wither, their father
Se hai bane koi sayana nahi b#tchhasn’t seen anyone smarter than us, kid
Mere gang mein cheete hi cheete aurMy crew’s full of nothing but leopards and
Kabhi bhi saapon ko paala hi nahiI’ve never raised any snakes in my life
Likhu jab bhi lage jaise jaan aayi nayiWhenever I write, it feels like new life’s begun,
Beaton pe main chadhun jaise baadh aayi kahinI ride the beats like a flood’s hit somewhere
Bags and bags and bags damnBags and bags and bags, damn,
Khoke se niche toh aata hi nahiI don’t settle for less than ‘ten million’
Apno se pada tera paala hi nahiYou’ve never crossed paths with the real ones,
Gandhi toh tune kabhi chaapa hi nahiyou’ve never even printed any ‘money’
Abey haatHey, move aside
Leta hoon main halke mein tumhe toh bil mein rahoI take you lightly, so stay in your holes,
Sher abhi dahda hai nahithe lion hasn’t even roared yet
Bh#ssi bharu chahiye mujhe chaar line hiI’ll wreck ’em, I only need four lines,
Aisa koi bhi din nahi jab ye maal aaye nahithere’s not a single day when the ‘stash’ doesn’t arrive
Kholu tera sar jaise taala yahi daalaI’ll unlock your head like a lock right here,
Tere sar pe main maala pade thai thaiput a wreath on your head as the shots go ‘bang bang’
Galat hue tere haalat yahiYour situation’s gone south right here,
Tera MUDDA banega aaj raat yahiyou’ll become a ‘topic’ tonight right here
Abhe chawalListen, you ‘fool’
Tera bhai seedhe mautYour brother is ‘straight death’,
Baapse backc#odi naidon’t you dare talk back to your father
MUDDA Music Video
YUNG SAMMY and Seedhe Maut deliver a hard-hitting rap track. Looking for the ‘MUDDA’ lyrics translation? It offers a boastful statement about rap dominance.