Swerve on 'em
I hit that curve on 'em
They was chirping, so I went and flipped that bird on 'em
Straight up to they face
Why you tryna play?
I don't got the time
Girl, you fine, but you fake
Yeah, I had to keep it moving
I'm on some new shit
You keep on talkin' bout the old days
Girl, you a nuisance
I roll up, stunting with my homies
You bitches know me
They talking to me like they friendly
But they so phony
Yeah, they so phony
All that talking really getting on my nerves
You used to hate on me, but now the tables turn
I don't fuck with you, like, when you gonna learn?
They try to show me fake love
But that's the type of shit that make me swerve
Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve
Yeah, that's the type of shit that make me swerve
Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve
Yeah, that's that type of shit that that make me
shuga: AH SHIT BRO, ME ENAMORE DE MI PROPIO PAÍS, ESTOY ASÍ
Arge pls para de ser tan hermoso la re concha de tú italiana madre, y vos también Chile