MUSICA ANTI VIEJOS (feat. Stiffy)

I'm not a sadboy, I'm not a crybaby
I hit the party, show my face, then I bounce
I'm not a sadboy, I'm not a crybaby
I hit the party, show my face, then I bounce
I'm not a sadboy, I'm not a crybaby

I hit the party, show my face, then I bounce
I hit the party, no MILFs in sight, so I leave
I always wear shades like Dross
My shades cost more than my couch
I got my own brand, Dior can suck it
(Send it, hey, hey, what?, swag, swag)

Hey, anti-old music, get out of the way
Anti-old music, get out of the way
Fat guy, you're a loser, your swag is zero
Fat guy, you're old, it must be rough
You're what’s fading out, I'm what’s coming up
Your idols are already dead
Anti-old music, anti-old music
Anti-old music, music ahh-

Old folks, old folks, anti-old music
Old folks, old folks, anti-old music
Old folks— Old folks, old folks, anti-old music
Old folks, old folks, anti-old music (Make them suffer, Agus)

(What’s SwaggerBoyz? What the hell is that?)
Loser, loser, loser, eh (Make them suffer, Agus)
I'm not a sadboy, I'm not a crybaby
I hit the party, show my face, then I bounce
I hit the party, no MILFs in sight, so I leave

I always wear shades like Dross
My shades cost more than my couch
I got my own brand, Dior can suck it
You think I'm hard, but it’s just my belt

I don’t write bars, I don’t have a script
I smoke weed before and after the show
I give it my all after the show
I got swag, how could I not?

How many jeans you got? Fat guy, I got two
The sloppy top broke— I got a flower and I’m not romantic
You don’t get the music 'cause you’re old
Old, old, old, you’re an old man

I put in the pair and split it in two
If you’re a rapper, why’s there a band at your show?
Why you sucking rock’s dick?
I don’t give a damn about rock or pop

'Cause I'm a Swaggerboy
I smoke one flower, I smoke two
I smoke one flower, I smoke three (DJ, DJ Stoner)
I give it my all, both ways

I had swag before I was born
I give it my all to Guns N' Roses
You got no swag, you don’t look good
Don’t get heated, one, two, three

One, two, three, this is anti-aging music
Old folks listen to me, it stresses them out
They want my bald head, not Espert
Music was better back then, shut your mouth
Fat guy, if you were born in 2003 (Swaggerboyz)

Old folks, old folks, anti-old music
Old— Old folks, old folks, anti-old— old—
Old folks, old folks, anti-old music
Old folks, old folks, anti—

Smelling the beat, checking it out, feeling it out (Shoot in the gap)
Smelling it, checking it
Alright, now we’re good, uff, uff (Make them suffer, Stiffy)
Ask how much longer, I say: Almost there

Like Benji, I always roll fancy
Got the bass bumpin'
Got the bass bumpin', it’s bringing down your mom
She wants my banana, doesn’t want your ma-
You take Viagra, she doesn’t want your peanuts

I work out with sex, I don’t do gym or running
I want a Lightning McQueen, I don’t want a Ferrari
The MILFs are drooling as soon as we hit the party
Now for banging her, I’m gonna be drained
This ain’t a port, and she’s eating my fish (Make them suffer, Stiffy)

I grab her by the ass and I’m not Genaro (Genaro! The ass!)
I grab her by the ass and I’m not Genaro
Now for banging her, I’m gonna be drained
This ain’t a port, and she’s eating my fish
I grab her by the ass and I’m not Genaro (Genaro)
I grab her by the ass and I’m not Genaro

The music died, music 2.0 was born.