Verano Maldito (part. El Reja)

Hey, Tussiwarrior, you ready to roll?
You know it, Reja

Cursed summer, I roll into Chihuahua, feeling wild
I want a brunette, a goth, a little psycho
One who takes Clonazepam with a mojito
Yeah, what a vibe, what a curse

Cursed summer, on the beach smoking a joint
The rich girl and the classy one shaking their booties
I don't have a dime for the ride
What a vibe, what a curse

I'm with El Reja, and I ain't talking about the cops
I hooked up with a model, and she was my buddy's cousin
The girl looks perfect and doesn’t shower all week
Dude, don’t push it, we’ll fill this place up

And Quevedo doesn’t fill it up
He ain't got a sold-out show at Chains
I snapped a pic at the beach for OnlyFans
Yeah, for OnlyFans, my girl makes bank with her feet on OnlyFans

Cursed summer, I roll in high to Chihuahua, feeling wild
Mixing Speed with red wine
And on the boardwalk, I feel like Colapinto
This summer, I want hands in the air, smoking a joint
Hands in the air, smoking a joint

She complains, but it ain't easy being El Reja
All the ladies ask for pics
Always single, never in a couple
I pick her up from La Teja and take her to Punta
I love her, even if they say: What— (you whore!)
Listening to Rusherking on the road
That girl is a sharpener, and she sharpens it up

Cursed summer, I roll into Chihuahua, feeling wild
I want a brunette, a goth, a little psycho
One who takes Clonazepam with a mojito
Yeah, what a vibe, what a curse

Cursed summer, on the beach smoking a joint
The rich girl and the classy one shaking their booties
I don't have a dime for the ride
What a vibe, what a curse

While I drive, dude, I’m watching Reels
I left a leg on Temu and brought back some grillz
I roll in smelling like soccer, smelling like chorizo
I don’t have a dime, I’ll pay you with a story

Shake it, girl, shake it (look at her move)
Shake it, girl, shake it (down low)
Shake it, girl, shake it (down low, shake it)
Shake it, girl, shake it

Cursed summer, I roll into Chihuahua, feeling wild
I want a brunette, a goth, a little psycho
One who takes Clonazepam with a mojito
Yeah, what a vibe, what a curse

Cursed summer, on the beach smoking a joint
The rich girl and the classy one shaking their booties
I don't have a dime for the ride
What a vibe, what a curse