Roast Yourself Challenge

Hello, craziness, but what a shitty greeting
You want to copy Yuya and it turns out like crap
You're still a little girl, better finish school
You don't even know how to add and you give yourself that privilege
I'm the turra with the mustache, teach me how to shave
That's what you say to belittle me
But I inform you: You can't devalue me
I'm worth more than a damn hater who sits to criticize me
Welcome, this is María, the racket
The one who has neither ass nor tits
She raised the reggaeton tag to show how little she has
Poor thing, being flat seems to be in the genes
Your videos are not funny, dedicate yourself to singing
Oh, wait, you can't even tune
Closing your channel is doing us a favor
Stop giving so much cringe, I ask you, please
Your content seems like garbage to me
We already have Mica Suarez, why do we need the copy?
It's not my fault that you're so miserable
That you have to criticize me to feel like someone

Look at the YouTuber, let's criticize the silly one
Keep commenting while I count my money
My money, my money, my money (ah-ah-ah)
You wanted to be an artist, adapt to criticism (ah-ah-ah)
Keep criticizing, as I become more legendary (ah-ah)
Legendary, legendary, legendary (ah-ah-ah)
You're very high up, you think you're a giant (ah-ah)
You're there while I sound in the speakers
(With style and performance, I teach the fools
I don't admire you, I don't copy you, I shine with my own style)
With your ridiculousness, you're already wearing me out
Let's see who ends up winning after all
Who ends up winning (who ends up triumphing)

The bells ring, becerra, your time has come (haha)
What are you going to do? Ran out of ideas now? (what?)
I sat down and started writing this letter
I didn't have to try, what would a shitty hater say?
You're not funny, you can't sing, all you do is copy
Zero originality, you lack creativity
Many insult me and act tough
Come talk to me when you have more than two million

Look at the YouTuber, let's criticize the silly one
Keep commenting while I count my money
My money, my money, my money (ah-ah-ah)
You wanted to be an artist, adapt to criticism (ah-ah-ah)
Keep criticizing, as I become more legendary (ah-ah)
Legendary, legendary, legendary (ah-ah-ah)
You're very high up, you think you're a giant (ah-ah)
You're there while I sound in the speakers
Speaker, speaker, speak—
With your ridiculousness, you're already wearing me out
Let's see who ends up winning after all
Who ends up winning, who ends up triumphing