AGaRRo La PLaTa Lyrics – Duki, Clúster

AGaRRo La PLaTa Lyrics Meaning

[Intro: Duki]
Just a hype shout to kick things off.

[Verso 1: Duki & Clúster]
Duki starts by saying he only really vibes with beats after he’s smoked—he needs that chill, high state to feel the music. When the smoke fills the room, it’s not about some holy ritual—it’s just how they operate. They’re not on the sidelines watching, they’re the ones making headlines, fully in the game. Duki compares himself to Damian Lillard, known for sharp shooting in basketball, and Clúster to Mutombo, famous for blocking shots—basically, they’re both killing it in their own lanes.

The weed brings him memories, triggering past moments, like living in constant flashbacks. He’s balling hard, jumping high like NBA player Dwight Howard, and this wild, flashy lifestyle is totally normal for him now. They’re aiming for legendary status and feel like they’re almost there. While others just talk, they’re actually out there working. He jokes that he’s the most stoned guy in the studio, but still doing magic like Román Riquelme, a soccer legend.

He’s also fierce like Dennis Rodman, always defending his spot. They only drop hard-hitting lyrics, comparing them to Roman numerals—timeless and strong. Making money seems effortless for him. He values numbers and digits—they hold the real secrets. His taste is expensive, from watches to drinks, living like the star of his own movie. He’s moving so fast on the beat that he could run marathons or fly planes, and in the studio, he’s constantly pushing for more takes, more perfection.

[Verso 2: Clúster]
Clúster kicks off this verse calling out how some women dream of being with pop stars like Ed Sheeran, but they also want a piece of him. He mentions his red hair (like Ed’s) and how girls are sliding into his DMs. The room’s filled with smoke from all the weed, and it’s hard to breathe—it’s that intense. He jokes that the studio is so hazy, he’s not even sure he’ll make it to the next verse.

He warns that messing with him could be dangerous, mentioning that his brother has serious weapons. He throws in sound effects to keep the vibe raw and energetic. He always rolls with his own supply of weed, always lit, always ready. His people are hustling too—one selling drug “base” like crack, another like coc*ine. They’re grinding hard to make money.

He talks about linking up with Duki and another friend named Pablo, smoking weed even on the train. Then he says he grabs the money and heads back to Ensenada, his home turf. When cops or snitches come asking questions, he claims he knows nothing. He reflects on how things have improved—there was a time when he couldn’t even afford dinner. Now, he warns, if they ever get pushed too far or switch to a darker side, everything will fall apart for others. He’s over fame—he’s focused on his real life.

[Outro: Duki]
Duki repeats that he’s creating magic like Román, and proudly says again that he’s the most high in the studio, no lies. He’s living that rockstar life like it’s nothing new. He brings back the idea of chasing legend status—they’re close, right on the edge. That ambition is still burning, and they’re not far from being where they’ve always wanted to be.