Ozuna and YOVNGCHIMI join forces in ‘Quién Va a Frontiar,’ a high-energy track that mixes trap rhythms with street bravado. The song features contributions from a team of lyricists and composers, including DJ Luian and Mambo Kingz. Together, they create a vibe that is bold and unapologetic.
Released: January 12, 2023
Quién Va a Frontiar
Ozuna | Yovngchimi
Quién Va a Frontiar Lyrics English Translation by Ozuna | Yovngchimi
The lyrics describe a fast-paced lifestyle with references to luxury cars, designer gear, and street loyalty. Ozuna mentions driving a Ferrari at high speed, saying, ‘From the moment I leave home, I’m dressed to impress.’ The words highlight a world where status and power are everything.
Desde que salgo de casa, es en pintaFrom the moment I leave home, I’m dressed to impress.
El Ferro a doscientas, no le bajo de quintaDriving my Ferrari at two hundred, I don’t drop below fifth gear.
Las b#tches todas son de revistaAll the women around me look like they’re from a magazine.
Trescientas motoras, los Demons pa’ la pistaThree hundred motorbikes, the ‘Demons’ are hitting the track.
Y ¿quién va a frontear? Dime, mi herma’And who’s going to challenge us? Tell me, my brother.
Llegamo’ en treinta G-Wagon, con nosotros no hay enmiendaWe arrive in thirty G-Wagons, there’s no reasoning with us.
Y ¿quién va a frontear? Dime, mi herma’And who’s going to challenge us? Tell me, my brother.
H#jueputa desde la cuna, no hagan que el palo le’ prendaI’ve been a ‘tough guy’ since the cradle, don’t make me use my weapon on you.
Y ¿quién va a frontear? Dime, mi herma’And who’s going to challenge us? Tell me, my brother.
Range Rover y de over están los teco’ en la tiendaI’m in the Range Rover and the ‘addicts’ are hanging around the shop.
Y ¿quién va a frontear? Dime, mi herma’And who’s going to challenge us? Tell me, my brother.
Los Diablos de Lloréns, no hagan que lo’ palo’ le’ prendaWe’re the Devils of Llorens, don’t make us fire our weapons at you.
Sigue roncando, h#elebicho, ponte serioKeep acting tough, you ‘fool’, but you’d better get serious.
El último que amenazó está en el cementerioThe last person who threatened me is in the cemetery.
De doble L hasta la playa del imperioFrom Llorens Torres all the way to the empire’s beach,
Donde la palabra de la calle está en el mediothe word of the street is what truly matters.
Me ch#ngo a tu bestie como Young MikoI’m with your best friend just like Young Miko.
Yo tengo un R, la glopeta y tengo un micro’I’ve got a rifle, a handgun, and a microphone.
Veinte mil por un show, eso es un kiloI get twenty thousand for a show, that’s worth a ‘kilo’.
Cinco mil en los zapatos de cocodriloI’ve got five thousand dollars on my crocodile-skin shoes.
Everything designerEverything I wear is designer gear.
Mvrda Gang, te matamos right nowMvrda Gang, we’ll take you out right now.
B#tches, alcohol en el sky loungeWomen and alcohol in the sky lounge.
Ozu habló de p#tas, entonces tráela’Ozuna talked about the girls, so go ahead and bring them.
Money Wayy on blood, esa es la gangaMoney Wayy for life, that’s the crew.
Mínimo’ do’ palo’ en el Can-Am y la’ pistola’ en la YZThere are at least two rifles in the Can-Am and pistols on the YZ bike.
Te matamo’, es otro muerto pa’ la zetaIf we take you out, it’s just another victim for the ‘Z’ area.
Audemars Piguets en la muñecaI’ve got an Audemars Piguet watch on my wrist.
Los bolsillos gordos como MuekaMy pockets are fat like the producer Mueka.
¿Quién va a roncar? Dime, mi herma’Who’s going to act tough? Tell me, my brother.
El titereo, el maleanteo, los demonios con la’ prenda’The street life, the trap game, and the ‘demons’ with their jewelry.
¿Quién va a roncar? Dime, mi herma’Who’s going to act tough? Tell me, my brother.
Los Diablos de Lloréns, no hagan que lo’ palo’ le’ prendaWe’re the Devils of Llorens, don’t make us fire our weapons at you.
Siempre activo como un chivoI’m always active and on the move.
La pista que me pongan la aniquiloI’ll destroy any track you put in front of me.
Tengo un flow como que brego con kilo’I’ve got a flow like I’m dealing in ‘weight’.
El shooter manda con estiloThe shooter takes charge with style.
Marioneta, te vamo’ a cortar lo’ hilo’You’re just a puppet, and we’re going to cut your strings.
F#ck you b#tch, no somos snitch, aquí somo’ finoForget you, we aren’t informants, we’ve got class here.
Los dueños de la lentaWe’re the masters of the slow trap rhythm.
Las babies y los burros van en menta, fetaThe girls and the ‘supplies’ are all fresh and ready.
Que la presión se sientaLet them feel the pressure.
La cuenta grasientaMy bank account is overflowing.
A tiempo, c#brón, pa’ que te arrepienta’Be on time, man, so you don’t end up regretting it.
Trap Cartel, los Lambos del 80Trap Cartel, driving Lamborghinis like it’s the 80s.
Y juegas vivoYou better play it smart.
El chef, en el caldero lo’ cocino’I’m the chef, and I’m cooking them up in the cauldron.
Enmascarao’ como lo’ palestino’Masked up with a rebel’s intensity,
Rociamo’ y se van hasta lo’ vecino’, lo’ vecino’, eywe clear the area until even the neighbors are gone, ey.
Y juegas vivoYou better play it smart.
Soy el chef, en el caldero lo’ cocino’I’m the chef, and I’m cooking them up in the cauldron.
Enmascarao’ como lo’ palestino’Masked up with a rebel’s intensity,
Aplicamo’ y se van hasta lo’ vecino’, lo’ vecino’we take charge and even the neighbors clear out.
¿Quién va a frontear? Dime, mi herma’Who’s going to step up? Tell me, my brother.
Llegamo’ en treinta G-Wagon, con nosotros no hay enmiendaWe arrived in thirty G-Wagons, and there’s no mercy with us.
Y ¿quién va a frontear? Dime, mi herma’And who’s going to step up? Tell me, my brother.
H#jueputa desde la cuna, no hagan que el palo le’ prendaI’ve been a tough ‘one’ since birth, so don’t make the heat turn up.
Y ¿quién va a frontear? Dime, mi herma’And who’s going to step up? Tell me, my brother.
El titereo, el maleanteo, los demonios con la’ prenda’The street life, the hustle, and the ‘demons’ in their jewelry.
¿Quién va a frontear? Dime, mi herma’Who’s going to step up? Tell me, my brother.
Los Diablos de Lloréns, no hagan que lo’ palo’ le’ prendaThe Devils of Lloréns, don’t make the heat turn up on you.
Mvrda GangMvrda Gang.
It’s Mvrda GangIt’s Mvrda Gang.
Dime, OzunaTell me, Ozuna.
YampiYampi.
HydreezyHydreezy.
Dime, GotayTell me, Gotay.
Trap Cartel, ¿oíste, h#elebicho?Trap Cartel, did you hear that, you f#ol?
Los DiablosThe Devils.
Desde, desde que salgo de casa, es en pintaEver since I leave the house, I’m looking sharp.
Lloréns Torres, dime, MamboLloréns Torres, tell me, Mambo.
El Ferro a doscientas, no le bajo de quintaThe Ferrari’s at two hundred, and I’m not shifting down from fifth gear.
Dímelo, BassyTell me, Bassy.
Las b#tches todas son de revistaThe l#dies all look like they’re from a magazine.
Trescientas motoras, los Demons pa’ la pista, y-Three hundred motorbikes, the ‘Demons’ are hitting the track, and—
Money WayyMoney Wayy.
Quién Va a Frontiar Music Video
The ‘Quién Va a Frontiar’ lyrics offer a glimpse into a life of luxury and danger. Ozuna and YOVNGCHIMI bring a mix of confidence and edge to this Spanish trap anthem.