R.I.P MEME
Mm
Ah
La ganga tiene otra onda (pará, par de millone' de YouTube)
Jaja (los millone' son del pibito que entona, jaja)
Capeá
En Colón me pateotearon pero no me corretearon
Vo' siempre nombras el barrio y en la boca te pegaron (te pegaron)
No te paraste de mano, fuiste conmigo a la disco pero en vano (en vano, ay)
Me corrían entre tre', dieron mano, puñetazo' y también fui pa' la cuneta
Que nadie se mеta, que me peguеn, mi ñeri Joaquín no puede, ya son vario'
Dale, saca la glopeta del Aveo, flow sicario
Pum-pum, placa-placa, corre gente, me levanto de la zanja
Tú-Tú no eres na', si en tu esquina te quedaste re pasmada
Primera con vaselina, en la segunda dejo esas nalgas paspada'
Vos nunca cagaste nada, ah
Mira las estadística', guanaco, no llegas a dos melone' ni a palanca (ni a palanca)
Acordate que creías que te iba a encar La Moña No Se Tranca
(No se tranca)
Yo siempre cargo el código que wacha con marido no se manca (No se manca)
Te vas a quedar solo hablando con cuatro parede'
Soñando con el yate, con el disco y el Mercede'
Hace rato te dijeron que con esto ya no puede'
Vas a morir siendo el chiste para todos en las rede'
Me tatué el de Ambición y lo capeaste
Después el 77 te tatuaste
Las rima' del Dougla' la' reciclaste
Por eso con tu bala te mataste, ah, sos un desastre (fium, fium)
Mientra' lava' la loza, ñeri, te tocan el traste (jaja)
Aunque te re ayudaron, potencial no demostraste (no)
No demostraste, te sacan a pasear, lo demostraste (oh)
Mientra' lava' la loza, perro, cachote en el traste
No hable' de mi tinta si en el cuello tené' Real Hasta La Muerte
La gente que es real, el cuello no quiere ni verte
Acá va la segunda pa' dejarte bien interte
Lo tuyo no es talento, se llama golpe de suerte (de suerte)
R.I.P MEME
Mm
Ah
The gang has a different vibe (stop, a couple million from YouTube)
Haha (the millions are from the kid who sings, haha)
Capeá
In Colón they kicked me but didn't chase me
You always mention the neighborhood and got hit in the mouth (got hit)
You didn't stand up for yourself, you went with me to the club but in vain (in vain, oh)
They were running after me in groups, throwing punches and I also ended up in the ditch
Let no one mess with me, let them hit me, my buddy Joaquín can't, there are already several
Come on, take out the gun from the Aveo, sicario flow
Bang-bang, click-click, run people, I get up from the ditch
You're nothing, if you stayed frozen on your corner
First with vaseline, in the second I leave those cheeks sore
You never did shit, oh
Look at the stats, guanaco, you don't even reach two million or a lever (or a lever)
Remember when you thought La Moña No Se Tranca would confront you
(It doesn't get stuck)
I always carry the code that a woman with a husband doesn't fail (doesn't fail)
You're going to end up alone talking to four walls
Dreaming of the yacht, the record, and the Mercedes
They told you a while ago that you can't do this anymore
You're going to die being the joke for everyone on social media
I got the Ambition one tattooed and you dodged it
Then you got the 77 tattooed
You recycled Dougla's rhymes
That's why you killed yourself with your own bullet, oh, you're a disaster (bang, bang)
While you wash the dishes, buddy, they touch your ass (haha)
Even though they helped you a lot, you didn't show potential (no)
You didn't show it, they take you for a walk, you showed it (oh)
While you wash the dishes, dog, slap on the ass
Don't talk about my ink if you have Real Hasta La Muerte on your neck
Real people don't even want to see you
Here comes the second to leave you really messed up
Yours is not talent, it's called a stroke of luck (of luck)