Lamine Yamal Lyrics (English Translation) – Luis R Conriquez, Beto Sierra
[Intro]
(Hard-hitting corrido beat drops)
[Chorus: Beto Sierra, Luis R Conriquez]
They don’t move weight like we move it.
They don’t deliver product like I do.
They act like clowns, playing dumb.
They’ll never sound like how I sound.
Homemade armor and a crew of youngins,
all with a criminal pedigree.
They call me “Lamine Yamal,” I leave rivals in the dust.
In this fucking game, I’m a certified crack shot.
Always rolling deep with my platoon, man.
Packed heavy, then make the big shot.
From the jump, a real pirate, a real felon.
They don’t get scared, and they don’t let a single bastard slide.
[Verse 1: Beto Sierra]
The talking’s over, man—now it’s time to kill.
I got the Mini and the Scar, finger itching on the steel.
I’ll give ’em enough lead to take; I’m suited in my tactical gear, no tears.
‘Cause today, I’m hunting for cash.
In the mountains, fully camouflaged.
Satellites and drones for my espionage.
A pure-grade gem, stashed here in the garage.
They eye the machines that cost more than twelve million for the aesthetic.
With a fool recording me while I handle business.
In the ring, bald-headed, ’cause she likes it raw.
He’s a looker, and I invested heavy in that ass.
But keep the deaf one quiet so he doesn’t get excited.
[Chorus: Beto Sierra, Luis R Conriquez]
Homemade armor and a crew of youngins,
all with a criminal pedigree.
They call me “Lamine Yamal,” I leave rivals in the dust.
In this fucking game, I’m a certified crack shot.
Always rolling deep with my platoon, man.
Packed heavy, then make the big shot.
From the jump, a real pirate, a real felon.
They don’t get scared, and they don’t let a single bastard slide.
[Verse 2: Luis R Conriquez]
And if you move, I’ll blow your ass away, front-to-front.
Like Squid Game, I’m gonna paint ’em red.
My name’s already viral from them seeing me work so much. (Traca!)
Sometimes laid back, the other time in a tie.
Crazy like Nata, here’s my motherfucker.
I turn real Popeye when I smoke that spinach.
And like Shakira, I shake it waka-waka.
And you already know which team I’m backing.
Pure Taliban, if I’m coming for you.
Tell your momma you ain’t making it home tonight.
I’m gonna rob you, I’m gonna give you a hard time.
[Chorus: Beto Sierra, Luis R Conriquez]
Homemade armor and a crew of youngins,
all with a criminal pedigree.
They call me “Lamine Yamal,” I leave rivals in the dust.
In this fucking game, I’m a certified crack shot.
Always rolling deep with my platoon, man.
Packed heavy, then make the big shot.
From the jump, a real pirate, a real felon.
They don’t get scared, and they don’t let a single bastard slide.
[Outro: Luis R Conriquez]
That’s how your boy Luis R sounds, you rabble.
Fucking shit, you sons of bitches.
Ah, ah.
