[Vibe: dangerous, ritualistic]
[Female Voice: gangster, Deep, latin accent]
[Spoken, low and aggressive] [clear]

A'right, look... you think you safe behind dat screen, güey?
You got no idea what you just started... Vah-leh-mah-dreh.

[Female Voice: punchy, very angry, very aggressive] [punchy]

[Intro]
Yo, um, um, mee-rah /
You typin' all dat bullshit like you got no fear, huh? (yuh)
Think I'm just some chick online? That's yo' big idea?
Nah, pen-deh-ho... I'm da one dat makes you disappear (I see ya)

[Verse 1]
Look, I'm just tryna do my thing, stackin' up my feh-ree-ah (what's happenin'?)
Then I see a cah-ment from a güey, "send a pic, queridah" (clah-roh)
Some pendejo named "BeastMode420," wit a flag in his bio
Talkin' 'bout my body, sayin' shit dat's real foul, ayo
You think I'm gonna cry? You think I'm gonna block you?
Nah, güey, I take a screenshot, find yo' mom and "at" her, "Look boo"
"Is this yo' fuckin' son?" / Yeah, I found his whole familia
Found his job at fuckin' Target, kehh tahl güey? Now ain't that realer? (haha)
You wanted my attention, now you got it, you're a star
I'm poh-stin' all yo' bullshit right next yo' family car
You typin' from yo' basement, thinkin' that you got some balls
I'm the one that gets yo' ass fired wit a couple calls (perrro)

[Hook - Melodic]
Could NEH-ver be ME-eh (nah nah)
Hidin' behind a screen, eh? (kehh pah-sah?)
Tu no eres NAH-dah! (yuh yuh)
Now err'body sees ya! (ay ay)

Type shit, get LIT, bitch! (what?)
You thought dat I was playin'? (mmm)
Welcome to the real world!
Where yo' whole life gets hit, bitch! (vah-leh-mah-dreh)

[Verse 2]
So now you in my dee-ems, beggin' me to take it down? (huh?)
"Please, I'll lose my job," you soundin' like a fuckin' clown
You wasn't sayin' "please" when you was callin' me coño and a whore
Now yo' real name's a hashtag, enjoy the fuckin' show (puto)
You used to little girls dat get scared and just ignore it (yuh)
I'm a whole different animal, I see dat shit and floor it!
Comin' at me sideways wit dem threats and unsolicited pics
I found yo' fuckin' address off a photo of yo' dick
Yeah, dat reflection in da window? Bitch, I'm on some other shit (bet)
I'm tired of da machismo, da ego, da drama
You ain't no fuckin' wolf, you a little scared chihuahua
So miss me wit dat bullshit, 'cause I bring da consequence
I am da fuckin' internet, I am da last defense

​[Bridge]
​Se acabó el juego, pendejo... (The game is over...)
Aquí no hay filtros, no hay "delete," no hay espejo. (No filters, no delete, no mirror here.)
La red es ancha, pero el mundo es chiquito, (The web is wide, but the world is small,)
Y ahora estás solo... temblando, solito. (And now you’re alone... trembling, all alone.)
¿Querías mi atención? Pues ya me conoces. (You wanted my attention? Well, now you know me.)
Escucha bien... porque estas son las voces... (Listen close... because these are the voices...)

[Hook - Melodic]
Could NEH-ver be ME-eh (nah nah)
Hidin' behind a screen, eh? (kehh pah-sah?)
Tu no eres NAH-dah! (yuh yuh)
Now err'body sees ya! (ay ay)

Type shit, get LIT, bitch! (what?)
You thought dat I was playin'? (mmm)
Welcome to the real world!
Where yo' whole life gets hit, bitch! (vah-leh-mah-dreh)

​[Verse 3]
You thought the screen was a shield, thought the threat was just words?
Now my carnales seen the chat, and they’re lookin' for the birds
I got three of ‘em, güey—straight veteranos from the block
And they don’t do the "internet," they just do the knock-knock
They seen what you wrote, seen the way you tried to play me
Now they ridin' through your barrio, lookin' for you daily
You see that blacked-out Chevy? Pendejo, better run
‘Cause they don’t care about a "block," they care about their hermana, son
They got the screenshots printed, taped right to the visor
Mapping out your "BeastMode" route, gettin' even wiser
You was actin' like a chingón when you was typin' on the keys
Now you’re lookin' at my brothers, beggin' "por favor," on your knees
It’s a different kind of pressure when the screen goes black
And you realize there’s some things... you can never take back.

​[Outro]
​So next time you wanna troll, better think about yo' life
Think about yo' jefa, think about yo' future wife
'Cause you type shit, you get lit, that's the motto, that's the creed
Now go and change yo' pinche name... and yo' dirty-ass sheets.
(¡Cállate!)
(¿Qué pasó, BeastMode?)
(Pobrecito...)