NAQUETO

Now, here comes mine, and it’s for Cinderella
Shoutout to your court, you damn quinceañera
You don’t represent the hood, not even close
With that lame accent, I’d rather keep my wallet closed

Shoutout to your label, you bunch of wannabes
You bring nothing to the table, and your music’s a tease
They robbed you at home, treated your folks like dogs
Had them tied up, while you hid away in fear like a frog

That the most expensive thug, that’s just what you say
I heard the rumor that it’s coming from Timbuktu way
Your clothes and your jewels, they match your vibe
All tacky, all cheap, like Tafil, you can’t hide

A trophy for Jimena for getting knocked up
Though something smells fishy, and you’re never around, what’s up?
You show off on social media, it’s just her, that’s the game
But I know other things, just ask Bellakath, she’ll explain

Yeri burned you for being unfaithful, no guts to show
What you have in loyalty, I got in street cred, bro (none)
Global number one, I did that first, you know
I get your frustration for not being like your idol, though

And you’re just a shallow fool, a damn ridiculous clown
Five against one, and they kissed my crown
You look like a little man, there are many witnesses
That you put Randall on blast, so he wouldn’t get his checks (what a coward)

There you have everyone sucking up and stretching out
Let them tire out, I’ll see you where you shout
I’d say up high, but I doubt you can reach
(Where I’ve gotten to, so from the bottom, just watch me)

With lots of love and care, I wrote you these lines
And this ain’t all of it, just five percent of my rhymes
If the girl, if the girl, you look so damn dumb
You damn pair of losers, go ahead, poke your dimple

(If the girl, the damn range)
(Talk right, you damn bunch of lowlifes, filthy lice, uh)

Fuck you, from your boss’s side
We’ll see each other soon, kisses from Yng, no lie
And hate comes from some admiration, you see
Keep on sucking up, ‘cause there won’t be another me

Fuck you, from your boss’s side
We’ll see each other soon, kisses from Yng, no lie
And hate comes from some admiration, you see
Keep on sucking up, ‘cause there won’t be another me

(I think with El Bogueto)
(Actually, they’re in Quétaro)
(I saw they posted a story, then went to Mexico)
(I mean, in full love, they)

Congrats, dude, on that song
Congrats to Shifu for his work and TikTok, so strong
And something’s off, you fake-ass punk
You’re ungrateful, a damn braggart, that’s the funk

What, you don’t remember? Kid, you forgot
I invited you to the studio, even to my show, a lot
I invited you to my album, and dad gave you a shot
For the premiere to drop, and you never said thanks, what a blot

But hey, what do we expect from someone so low?
Grew up without a dad, no values, no notebooks to show
I don’t spit up, ‘cause it all falls to the ground
I don’t wish you bad, but nothing good’s around

You are and will be, for ages to come
The only good thing you did was make Reggaetoñerito fun
You sound generic, generic and out of sync
Gotta work on your game, buddy, those legs look like a link

You were always nothing, a joke without a laugh
Something was missing, and I gave you the craft
I remembered a joke, and we’ll tell it today
This goes for your memory, and it’s the nails of the (Boo)

Fuck you, from your boss’s side
We’ll see each other soon, kisses from Yng, no lie
And hate comes from some admiration, you see
Keep on sucking up, ‘cause there won’t be another me

Fuck you, from your boss’s side
We’ll see each other soon, kisses from Yng, no lie
And hate comes from some admiration, you see
Keep on sucking up, ‘cause there won’t be another me

And there won’t be another (not even three)
A kiss for you and your whole pack of fakes
Christmas came early, and dad showed up
For my spoiled daughters, just for them

(Jo-jo-jo, Merry Christmas)