S.O.S (feat. Polimá Westcoast)

Magic on the beat

When we see each other, we forget about the world
I'm thinking of you every second
I wanna screw you, of course
I wanna take off everything you're wearing

A text to the DM and I show up like a thug
Louis Vuitton because you're my babe
Let's go for another round, if you want, then I hit a home run
Light a blunt like King Kong's finger

She's my anime and not from Japan
She dances reggaeton, I hit it, she asked me without a condom
In her room, we're just two, touching each other
Doing it until the doorbell rings
And I leave, but

If you're hot, hit up the S.O. s
If you're hot, hit up the S.O. s
S.O. s., S.O. s

If you're hot, hit up the—
If you're hot, hit up the S.O. s
If you're hot, hit up the S.O. s
S.O. s., S.O. s
If you're hot, hit up the—

You're looking for me to kiss your neck
Let's screw a couple of times
To hammer you, baby, like the judges
If I hit it like a thug, that's S.O. s

I brought you the pipe to relax
Fight as if you had me
You're upset because you want me sometimes
Hey, she kneels down and makes it disappear, uh-uh-uh

You're what I need: a little kiss, a little dust
Hit up the U, uh-uh
That down there doesn't lie, it's really wet

Girlfriend right through, uh-uh
You're what I need: a little kiss, a little dust
Hit up the U, uh-uh
That down there doesn't lie, it's really wet

When we see each other, we forget about the world
I'm thinking of you every second
I wanna screw you, of course
I wanna take off everything you're wearing

A text to the DM and I show up like a thug
Louis Vuitton because you're my babe
Let's go for another round, if you want, then I hit a home run
Light a blunt like King Kong's finger

She's my anime and not from Japan
She dances reggaeton, I hit it, she asked me without a condom
In her room, we're just two, touching each other
Doing it until the sun comes up
And I leave, but

If you're hot, call the S.O. s
If you're hot, call the S.O. s
S.O. s., S.O. s

If you're hot, call the S.O. s
If you're hot, hit up the S.O. s
If you're hot, hit up the S.O. s
S.O. s., S.O. s
If you're hot, hit up the—

Don't get upset
Your dumb ex, don't get upset
I comment on the photos he posts
I predicted a rain in your kitty

And we kill each other
The desires we have, we kill them
We do it five times, I roll a gram
We light it up, at the same time we leave

And we kill each other
The desires we have, we kill them
We do it five times while I roll a gram
We light it up, at the same time we leave

When we see each other, we forget about the world
I'm thinking of you every second
I wanna screw you, of course
I wanna take off everything you're wearing

A text to the DM and I show up like a thug
Louis Vuitton because you're my babe
Let's go for another round, if you want, then I hit a home run
Light a blunt like King Kong's finger

She's my anime and not from Japan
She dances reggaeton, I hit it, she asked me without a condom
In her room, we're just two, touching each other
Doing it until the sun comes up
And I leave, but

If you're hot, hit up the S.O. s
If you're hot, hit up the S.O. s
S.O. s., S.O. s

If you're hot, hit up the S.O. s
(If you're hot, call the S.O. s
If you're hot, call the S.O. s
S.O. s., S.O. s)
If you're hot, call the S.O. s

Brytiago, baby
Brytiago, baby, eh
Polimá
Chile, PR
For the whole world, got it?
Ah
Mera, tell me, Ecua
If you're hot, hit up the S.O. s
And screw what the judges say