Ñeri

Yeh, yeh
Uh
Yeah

Today I go out with my bros
We're heading to the club, baby girl
I break it down in my neighborhood
Yeh

My bros say, ah
When (when) and how (how)
Even if I have my boys in La Boca
I always, ah, walk (walk) alone (alone)

I think Argentina is asking for some reggaeton
What's up, bro? This got ugly
I enter the beat like a perfect fit (boom, boom, boom)
Micro shootout, eh, eh (you know, bitch)

Mami, I enter the club with my bros, with my thugs
However you want to call them (however you want to call them)
Mami, I enter the club, to throw a few moves
To smoke and to cause trouble

What I'm going to give you is a hit
You have your bling and what I have is a blunt, blunt
You want Truenín because he dances really well
Because he adds flavor, battery like Tego, like Tego
Mai', your boyfriend, a jerk, I hit with a record
They know me as a saint, but they still fear me (they fear me)

A reggaeton beat, I still rap it
Mami, I don't shoot, I smoke AK-47
You front with a toy gun
Ah, my bold ones crush you in a picket
I go out to perform before 7
And I feel like Julio Voltio, we're off the rails

(Who is it?)
El Trueno, bro
AKA the fucking Argentine freestyle champion, mai'
He knows I don't objectify her
And that I am the spokesman of the ghetto, like Vico (like Vico)

My bros say, ah
When (when) and how (how)
Even if I have my boys in La Boca
I always, ah, walk (walk) alone (alone)

I think Argentina is asking for some reggaeton
What's up, bro? This got ugly
I enter the beat like a perfect fit (boom, boom, boom)
Micro shootout, eh

Want to know how I am? I'll give you a hint
Everything opposite to what you saw on Insta
I'm smoking cheese or hash, sparking up
They freeze with a freestyle
We never wait in line, all my guys are on the list

Hey, up and down, like cricket
Thug, let's give it a go that it gets spicy, jah
I'm the ticket cutter because I'm cutting tickets
I'm a rooster, all your gang are just chickens

Daddy, if you want me to explain it to you
I'll slam dunk on you, they call me Scottie Pippen
Mami, tell your boyfriend to chill
If you're into Selena, I can be your The Weeknd, aah

The club breakers have arrived
They had nothing and now they're counting the butter
I put La Boca on the map
The radio can suck it, bro, I'm playing in the streets
(I'm playing in the streets, I'm playing in the streets)

Today I go out with my bros
We're heading to the club, baby girl
I break it down in my neighborhood
Yeh

My bros say, ah
When (when) and how (how)
Even if I have my boys in La Boca
I always, ah, walk (walk) alone (alone)

I think Argentina is asking for some reggaeton
What's up, bro? This got ugly
I enter the beat like a perfect fit (boom, boom, boom)
Micro shootout, eh