Sturvy YoungstaCPT

[Hook]
I be on the phone with ya, tell me how much will it take for me to roll with ya
Coz she don't wanna be in public with a broke nigga
If chivalry is dead then she is a cold killer
She's not a gold digger but she's sturvy
Sturvy, she sturvy, why the fuck are you sturvy
You sturvy, you sturvy, you sturvy, why the fuck are you sturvy

[Verse]
She say's she knows my type and she don't go for those guys
I compliment her so much, she just rolls eyes
I whisper sweet things, and she tells me don't lie
Bob Marley was right now woman no cry
She acting high and mighty, she don't talk, she lip sync
Versace perfume, mascara and lipstick
She pulling shy faces, only go to kwaai places
She don't want her time wasted, baby girl is high maintenance
And she don't like the ghetto, her stilettos is [?]
I think she thinks, she's special
She's the wife that you get you when you would like to settle
And have a bunch of laaties
But they'll be just like her you need an invite to sit by her
And if you ask me, I think she nasty, very upperclassy
Keeps herself snobby, we know you bad baby
That's very plain to see, now shut the fuck and inhale this weed
You penis tease
And I don't want a convo maybe a phone call
You did your hair so nice to come to this kak jol
The brasse lamming by her, thinking what drinks to buy her
She don't pay for nothing, she fucking the organiser
It's hard being a woman but it's easy being her
I think it's best I swerve coz I'm very disturbed
Look at the coco curfes Cape Town up to Joburg
Shaken and stirred girl why you sturvy?