APAGON Lyrics (English Translation) – LAJA

Read the full APAGON (English Translation) lyrics by LAJA along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Laja’s music, you can also explore STAY ALIVE, another song by Laja.

[Intro]
Lokito Beats
You had that book saved up, waiting to throw it (Haha)
For when I put you on blast in China (In China)
Either one of us was gonna have to rap
Rapatumadre, your grandma and your auntie (Your auntie, your auntie)
Mercedes, I went too easy on you this time (Hahaha)
I want you to remember this day (This day)
That your grandson wanted to step up with us
And came at us with the same old lines

[Verse 1]

You moved to the devil’s house saying
There’s no courage left to face you (How so?)
We got the whole city painted up
You saw the system and took off right away (Gotta move)
Look, kid, how we caught him sleeping
He didn’t even have time to prepare (Let’s talk, let’s talk)
Don’t you feel bad seeing how your boys live?
They can’t even go outside and enjoy themselves (Oh man)
He was calling, he wanted to make peace
Swearing, swearing, that he wanted to make peace (Swearing, swearing)
I said, “Alright, you’re gonna have to show your face”
If you don’t want anything to happen to you
He says he’s not a snitch and that he raps with real flow
Says I copy everything he does (How so?)
Motherf***er, who wants to copy you?
When you can’t even make yourself stick anymore
I do drill because it’s who I am
What’s done is done, that’s what the saying says
I want them to take off that ankle monitor
To see with what strength you come out to rage at me
You and LinkOn better watch yourselves
Careful if you accuse me to the feds
Because you suffer from that, that’s why you’re out
And stuck on probation (Haha)
Come here, Johan, don’t run away from me (Nah)

If you’re so aggressive, why do you throw in the towel? (And why?)
That tough-guy act of yours, you rehearse it (You rehearse it)
This isn’t TikTok to win this battle
You’re only making noise now because you mention me
Because every song you drop, you miss the target (Bullseye)
You’re the one we see out here stuck (Haha)
Mentioning Charlee, you really showed yourself scared
I feel like Rochy rapping on the court
Mercedes got left sucking with no iron (Oh God)
Pancha, iron with four irons
With how many irons does Mercedes iron?
Says he doesn’t respond unless it gives him a reason
So what happened? MALCRIAO, did it give you a reason?
It shows, it’s visible, your crazy side is showing
The dirt all over your clothes
Johan! Two mountains don’t come together (You know it)
But when we come out, two whole mountains join (Two mountains, two mountains)
The ATR aren’t no weaklings
They’re Latin Kings without the crown (Hahaha)
Your career got stuck in a coma (In a coma)
Your mom crying saying she can’t handle it alone
I’m doing this so your son can eat (Eat)
My son, why is it that you cry?
When you were the one who started this whole mess
We had to break your baby mama down
Because she wanted the party all night (Haha)
After we broke it down
We went to make some chocolate, but it was missing cocoa
All your woman’s coupons
We know you traded them away for drügs
Ball after ball inside Yellow’s car
How were you even fitting inside Chinola’s car? (Yeah, yeah)

[Interlude]
Just leave him, he’s already dying, don’t say anything else to him
He’s dying, don’t say anything else to him
That motherf***er is in a coma (Holy s*it, Rayy)
Mess with him, mess with him
Alright, I won’t say any more bad words to you
Sorry, motherf***er! Motherf***er!
Rapatumadre, son of a b*tch!
Rap with your— son of your damn mother!

[Verse 2]
Opening it up, the owners of drill
The games are over, n!gga, I’m coming for you
You feel relevant just because you came at me
I’m losing money just to come at you
You’re not a business, everybody knows it
Let LinkOn say it, he knows it too (Haha!)
What are they gonna talk about every time they come at me? (LinOn!)
That they stand outside and LAJA doesn’t come out (Hahaha!)
Mercedes, your grandson got too cocky
Honestly, I didn’t want you dancing in this (Mercedes!)
You advised him about that bad crowd
The one he wanted to live with in secret (Oh man)
Unfortunately, your grandson was a mess
And the child he has isn’t your great-grandson (That mess!)
He’s gonna answer me for what I said in “MALCRIAO”
Alright Johan, let’s do this
The ATR with you keep following your number
You’re hacking the P with those numbers (No, no, no)
Learn something or look at BabyLocc
They used him like a condom because he was stupid
For nothing, you think you’re a threat
Raising your arms inside your house
Doing battles stuck on TikTok
Writing angry about everything that happens (Ah)
Keep singing, keep listening to LinkOn (Haha)
Because all the percentages go straight to his house
Keep working it, that’s how they’re breaking down
They’re just acting dumb in this battle (Haha)
You and the others, I’m gonna put you in your place
You didn’t come at me before and now you won’t shut up (Shut up already, crazy!)
You’re also the most extraditable one here
They kick you out of the Sureños and you threw in the towel
You can sing the worst thing you want
Johan, you sat in the witness chair
Not even if Mercedes talks to us
We’re not gonna leave you alone
Lady, your grandson acted like he was dangerous
And he talks like he’s out here shooting
In the streets he was never active
And in music, defeated!
He turned off his career just like Tempo’s
And where is the “Pal’ Momento” remix?
Bryant doesn’t record with snitches (Haha, oh man)
Did you forget to mention that? (Motherf***er)
They didn’t invite you to United Palace (Nah)
Not even to fill a seat (What for?)
That son of a b*tch swears he lights it up (Hahaha)
(I’m the one with El Rey bringing him back to life)
You listened to me, you ate the Snickers
Tell me, how many galaxies did you ask for? (Stop that!)
You already bought it, tear yourself apart
Your hunger and sad little face are showing (Haha)
LAJA, you’re using bots
The devil, that really sounds weak
Avoid letting him catch you and cut your head off
Let me take you out of this beef
You saw the devil and already hid from him
Come, come, come Johan, don’t back away
You have children and the problem keeps going (The problem keeps going, motherf***er)
Ask Memo how he lives it
You can’t show up at his house, that mess
Because easily he could make him disappear (He dies!)
(The devil tells me they think they’re something)
If all their dead ones are living in hell (Hello)
That Cocoa keeps burning
And he’s telling me “Johan is next” (Ah)
(He also tells me to kill Memo; the owners)
So your mind gets tired
And I answer him, “Not what you say”
I’ll kill him with the one he spends the most time with (Haha)
Don’t let your mind slip
Watch the trailers before going to the cinema
Papy Black was gonna make things clear to you
You’re hiding from him, you never showed your face
He went to record with BabyLocc
He turned on Charlee, you saw it too (You saw it?)
You’re just an echo of what they repeat
And all that crying, did the Snickers hurt you? (Did it hurt?)
In my hands I hold the cup of the winners (??)
I got the BB7s coming after you
Death to the snitches, also to the Crips
I’m the beginning of the end
My mountain is Mayweather, already stepped into the ring
If he lived in Spain, he’d be DDP (Everything)
You were almost about to get in here (Haha)
They saw Cotorro live with TYKING
LAJA, who are you, me?
Charlee, put him to sleep
Let LinkOn keep recording for Tali (Ah)
And move away from drill (Nah)
Because we don’t walk around singing violins (Hahaha)
Or putting too many trumpets under the beats (Grrt)
Here we really have bass that shakes the ground
We’re the ones who are one hundred percent drill

[Outro]
You’re gonna drown in a glass of water, motherf***er
Stop comparing yourself to us
Your time already passed, son of a b*tch
It’s us and that’s it, the owners of drill, nothing else
Us, the BB7, Congress 157
Son of a b*tch!
What’s up? What are you talking about?
You saying you’re what, motherf***er?
We took you out of the trend
Because you wanna come flex on someone with real trends
And remember you’re a snitch with papers
Don’t forget it, don’t forget it
I feel like I’m wasting my time with you
I’m bringing a motherf***er back to life just to kill him again
You understand what I’m telling you?
So stop throwing shots at us
You’re not on our level, it’s us and that’s it
The owners of drill, son of a b*tch
Lokito Beats