by 
Song: Tough
Singer: Krish Rao
Label: VYRL Haryanvi
Release datel: Aug 2, 2026
Tough Krish Rao Lyrics
Ha roar denge sadkon pe, laadle Pagani,
Le aaya weekend, paave gayo chhora Bali.
No, I don’t give a fuck about Gucci-Armani,
Haan, yaar tera khud se brand, jaani-maani.
Translation: We’ll make the Pagani roar on the streets, brother,
The weekend has arrived, and the boy has reached Bali.
No, I don’t give a fuck about Gucci or Armani,
Yeah, your boy is a brand of his own, well-known by himself.
Konya yo dhan aaya mera bech ke na kile,
Re bawli, Florida mein khadeya ra ke wile.
Chali jaaiye tu chhod ke manne, je note gine,
Ho rupya je coat mein chhode hi paave seene.
Translation: Where did all this wealth come from? I didn’t sell any land to make it.
Hey crazy girl, I’m standing in Florida, living my life there.
You can leave me while counting those notes,
I’ll leave so much money in my coat that it will fill your chest with pride.
Tu saal mein kamaave jinne note hain paas ki main,
Kama ke chhori uda diye manne 11vi mein.
Na mistry te ucha koi date aaj ki main,
Deun su chaar tareeke, main chala raagni mein.
Translation: The amount of money you earn in a whole year is what I have with me.
I earned money and spent it all when I was in 11th grade.
There’s no one higher than me in today’s game,
I’ll show you four different ways and keep moving on my own path.
Bane se kai cheete, Rao Sahab gel baith,
Ke kahenge barabari meri, ye pussycat.
Bole se Chandigarh mein yaara ne launde get,
Tu aake ek saal Delhi ke mein kare aish.
Translation: There are many cheetahs around, but Rao Sahab sits among them.
Who will dare to claim that they are my equal, pussycat?
The boys in Chandigarh talk about their connections,
You come to Delhi and enjoy yourself for a year.
Re laadle, jo aaj teri gel dole chhori,
Haan yaar, use toh laake chhod rakhi bahut pehli.
Re jab toh yo fame bhi konya tha maare hisse,
Bata dyun tanne history, bolega badda heli.
Translation: Brother, the girl who walks around with you today,
Yeah, I had already brought her and left her there long ago.
Back when this fame wasn’t even on my side,
Let me tell you the history, and you’ll say I’m something else.
Ha roar denge sadkon pe, laadle Pagani,
Le aaya weekend, paave gayo chhora Bali.
No, I don’t give a fuck about Gucci-Armani,
Haan, yaar tera khud se brand, jaani-maani.
Translation: We’ll make the Pagani roar on the streets, brother,
The weekend has arrived, and the boy has reached Bali.
No, I don’t give a fuck about Gucci or Armani,
Yeah, your boy is a brand of his own, well-known by himself.
Leve se panni, paar gaadi aayi saal chhora,
Laage se kai baar mera foreign ka daura.
Yo pair mera online chale konya, chhote,
Tu jaane konya, laadle, ke padega khona.
Translation: The car comes loaded with money, and the boy has arrived after a year.
It feels like I travel abroad several times.
My feet don’t run online, little brother,
You don’t know, brother, what you’re going to lose.
Haan, age seventeen se manne baap ka na khaya,
Jade se rishtedaar putt manne ki sajaya.
So bhaane duniya ke daure mil jaave gori,
Liya se manne jaake mere lekha mein na aaya.
Translation: Yeah, since I was seventeen, I haven’t lived off my father’s money.
I have built my own way and made my own name.
Even if I get countless opportunities to travel the world and meet beautiful women,
I only take what is written in my own destiny.
Kaala su kalla daud, father na mera koi,
Sauda yo brick by brick kara manne khadya.
Tu laadle industry te todde mat manne,
Yo dhan konya kalakaariyan te ikattha karya.
Translation: I’m running alone in the dark; I have no father backing me.
I built this deal brick by brick with my own hands.
Don’t try to separate me from the industry, brother,
This wealth wasn’t accumulated through artistry alone.
Haan, I don’t give a fuck tera karta-daau kaun,
Marega akela-akela, shaami banega jo don.
Se badmaashi hawa-baazi mein dhyaan thaara,
Main de dunga intelligence ki agency khol.
Translation: Yeah, I don’t give a fuck who your powerful father or patron is.
Everyone dies alone; whoever acts like a don will eventually become just another name.
You people are too focused on showing off and acting tough,
I’ll open an intelligence agency and deal with all of it.
Haan, log manne dekh ke jaan laage, Bali,
Flight meri kehne, kun yaaran ne le chaali.
Haan, duniya te wakhta le, kare tera yaar,
Breed marda ki, chhora aakhri nishaani.
Translation: Yeah, people recognize me as soon as they see me, Bali.
They say my flight is the one carrying all my friends.
Yeah, your boy takes his time with the world and handles things his own way,
A man of his bloodline, the boy who remains the final mark.
Ha roar denge sadkon pe, laadle Pagani,
Le aaya weekend, paave gayo chhora Bali.
No, I don’t give a fuck about Gucci-Armani,
Haan, yaar tera khud se brand, jaani-maani.
Translation: We’ll make the Pagani roar on the streets, brother,
The weekend has arrived, and the boy has reached Bali.
No, I don’t give a fuck about Gucci or Armani,
Yeah, your boy is a brand of his own, well-known by himself.
