Pinche perra

(Intro)
Yeah… read that text again, man
He really typed this shit like it meant something

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(Verse 1)
Spurs been in the mix, yeah we built for this run
Six rings on my mind, we ain’t done for the fun
I been saying all year we gon’ take what we want
While he typing like he know ball but he really don’t want none

He sent me a paragraph tryna clown my belief
Like the Spurs ain’t been steady putting teams on a leash
Now he rewriting my season like he calling the shot
But I been watching every game while we climbing the top

Now I gotta read this shit from a bitter-ass fan
Mad the Spurs got momentum and a real championship plan
Talking ESPN jokes like he clever or smart
But I been calling this title from the very damn start

Wemby got the league looking up at the sky
Castle locking shit down every time they try
Fox pushing the pace like a switchblade run
And he still in my messages acting like we ain’t the one

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(Hook)
Spurs in the Finals, yeah I said what I said
Now he typing all emotional, stuck in his head
We been running this season, we been holding the throne
And he mad ‘cause my prediction turned into stone

I been talking that truth, I been seeing the crown
Now he quiet as hell when the Spurs put ‘em down
Six rings on the vision, yeah I meant every line
And he just another voice that’s been wasting my time

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(Verse 2)
He tried to downplay everything like it’s some kinda fluke
But the scoreboard don’t care about the shit that he puke
We been handling business, we been built for the stage
While he typing angry essays full of jealousy rage

I don’t argue with dudes that ain’t watching the tape
I just look at the Spurs and let the wins demonstrate
Every bucket, every stop, every game we control
Got that championship hunger deep down in the soul

He can call it “bold takes” like he making a point
But I’m watching silver banners get ready to joint the joint
And every time he texts me, it just proves what I knew
He ain’t mad at me—he mad that the Spurs coming through

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(Bridge )
And he a Rockets fan too, so the bias is clear
Talkin’ all that loud shit like we supposed to care
Man your team been mid while we chasing the rings
Y’all been rebuilding forever still ain’t learned a thing

Even when y’all had stars it still wasn’t enough
Tough talk on the timeline but your record was rough
Now you typing ‘bout Spurs like you got any say
While your franchise been stuck in the same damn place

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(Outro)
Keep talking from a distance, keep on typing your stress
I’ll be watching my team go and handle the rest
Spurs on a mission, yeah we winning the fight
And I been right all fucking year—lil bitch

Fuck you for being a hating ass bitch….Go bounce on some wee wee …….. Pinche perra

Hard-hitting trap rap instrumental at ~140 BPM built for aggressive, cocky battle-style delivery. The drums are sharp and punchy with a heavy kick, crisp snare, and fast hi-hat rolls that create constant forward momentum. The 808 bass is deep, sliding, and occasionally distorted for extra bite during transitions and punchlines. The melody sits in a dark, minor key with eerie piano stabs, minimal string hits, and cold synth layers that give it a tense, competitive atmosphere. Layered throughout are subtle goofy sound effects like cartoon boings, record scratches, and exaggerated bass drops that hit right after key bars for comedic impact. The vocal delivery style is rapid-fire, technical, and rhythmically complex with dense multisyllabic rhyme schemes, sharp cadence switches, and heavy emphasis on punchlines. The overall tone feels confident, taunting, and slightly unhinged in a humorous way, like a battle rapper who is both precise and playfully disrespectful