01x03 - Yung Jo

[bunniefuu]

CHECKING CONNECTION

YOU'RE STREAMING LIVE

YOU STOLE MY BARS!
YOUR NEW SONG HAS MY BARS!

TALENTLESS b*stard
YOU'RE A JOKE

It's Ugly, you b*stards. Ugly here.

Those sons of b*tches stole my bars.

Word for word, bar for bar.

- I'll give them flow whenever they want.
- Hello? Can you help us?

DO YOU WANT TO EXIT?

Really? You've just got change?

It's all I have.

Hard work is its own reward.

And not paying attention
is its own punishment. Come on.

Give it here. Come on, man.

Relax, man.

- Come on.
- Calm down. Here you go.

Dammit, Ugly. Just change again?

- It's all I have.
- This is a f*cking joke.

Here's your change.

Hey, you're on IO's live stream.

Look, she answered
your video with a meme.

He calls himself Rad Bunny.

That made me think about kids today,

and everything they do to get famous.

They don't have anything new.
It's just imitation.

You're f*cking kidding.

We've just f*cked
with the elites with this.

We haven't released one song yet.

Have you seen Instagram?

f*cking J Balvin comments on it.

The real problem here

is that Trappatitlán
is getting views with my bars,

and no one's listening
to me except my Aunt Tere.

I love her, but that's not gangster.

Really.

I'm going to start
a beef with Trappatitlán.

Hell, yeah.

Yeah, homie.

How does recording a track
insulting Trappatitlán help us?

To attract attention, Data.
If Trappatitlán falls for it, we win.

It's like David and Goliath.

Who's more famous now, Data,
David or Goliath?

- Get with it.
- You get with it, Goliath.

They got us good with Rad Bunny.
Do you want them to get us again?

Let things settle down,

let it cool off so we don't have
a mess on our hands.

f*ck yeah, Flex. That's good.

Well, actually we have plans.

Plans?

I told Flex I'd take him
to this cool record store.

See you later, okay?

Call me when you get off work.
And don't do anything stupid.

f*cking Flex.

Easy, guy. Don't pay attention to them.

I like seeing you aggressive.

- The beef idea is very cool.
- Hell, yeah.

Besides, you can count
on me for everything.

Could you help me out by filming me?

No, man.

You take care of that.

I'm going to start
on the gorilla marketing plan.

IO will see who we really are.

Okay?

You've got this.

Don't overcomplicate this.

The art world is all about prejudice.

What makes something a work of art?

I don't know. That it's cool.

But in your opinion, IO,
which one's better?

That one.

- It is?
- Obviously.

Don't you think this one
is more, like, "vibey?"

Your last song was "vibey."

This one's like,
I don't know, violent, sexual.

Almost incestuous.

That's like Hailey's relationship
with Justin Bieber.

How's that?

Don't worry about it.
Get it, trust me. Okay?

- Rodrigo.
- Yes?

What do I have to do today?

After the stylist,
there's a call with Rancho Humilde.

You'll meet Jimmy's new artist.

I already confirmed tomorrow with you.
You'll be on the podcast Creative.

Who keeps sending me sh*t?
I don't get it.

MESSAGE FROM BUBBLE

That's a bot.

Be careful. I get a ton of that sh*t.

But... be careful with this.

- Right on.
- Check out this gem.

It's "Gucci against the state."

This song's introduction is like opera.

It goes like this.

Gucci. Gucci.

Cool.

Datiux?

You're not going to say hello
or anything?

- How are you?
- Fine.

- What's up, bro?
- What's up?

- Sant. How are you?
- Flex. Cool.

Welcome, man.

What're you looking for, bro?

Cumbia at a discount?

Flex is a producer
from the Guerrero hood.

Guerrero? Very cool.

Isn't that where
Eme MalaFe shot that video...

I'm neither good nor bad.

- That was Tepito.
- Same thing. Great neighborhoods.

Cool that you're living it
in flesh and blood.

I think that's awesome.

Congratulations for that. Really.

Cool. Glad you like it.

I know.

I'll put on something you'll love.

Especially you, man.

Sorry. I don't know what's up with him.
He's not usually like this.

Yung Jo? Come on.

I've known this as*h*le
since grade school. His name's Jorgito.

No way!

You're IO!

You let me into the Bombón party.

I was with Blue Rojo, remember?

Yeah, it's me.

By the way, IO, a friend sent you this.

What's this?

I got these sneakers
for giving this to you.

Am I crazy or am I being stalked?

If you see him again,
tell him I'm calling the cops.

Okay.

And those are fake.

- Go to hell, fat a*s.
- I sent the money, I swear!

It's you, Ugly. How did you get in?
You scared me, man.

Who let you in, my mother?

Martha, you're crossing the line.

Have a seat. What can I get you?
A joint? A glass of water?

Alex, scoot over
so that Ugly can sit down.

You really scared me, man!

How's your mother, man?

- Esther, right?
- Right.

I always remember
that noodle soup she made.

Hey, what about those f*cking thieves
from Trappatitlán?

They're shameless, aren't they?

I told them not to do it, but...

That's why I'm here.

Relax, guy.

I just hang out with them
because Lil Vato is my cousin.

But they have no respect for my art.

As soon as I put out
my first hit single,

I'm telling them to f*ck off.

Check this out.

Is this Faraón Love Shady?

- This is music, man.
- Come on.

Very cool. Spit something, man.

I want to start a beef
with Trappatitlán.

Okay, Ugly. You know
I really admire you, right?

The thing is, those guys
are way up there.

You're not there.

That's where you come in, man.

Imagine this.

You give me
some good information about them,

and I write some sick bars for you.

Well, me and the Ugly crew.

What do I get out of it?

What do you mean, man?

Put that sh*t out and you'll blow up.

You'll be huge, man.

I've got something juicy.

- Don't tell them I told you.
- No, let's hear it.

- You know Sucio, Lil Vato's best friend?
- Yeah, of course.

He used to dance in a show for women
on Chippendales Wednesdays.

No way! That's f*cking awesome!

Let's have it. What do you have for me?

Yeah.

What's with your friend? Is he an idiot?

He's not my friend. He's the son
of my parents' friends.

Maybe he's intimidated.

You're everything he wants to be.

- Poor guy.
- Not at all.

Santi was born rich and white.

No one would take
him seriously as a rapper.

Right?

What's he listening to?

No idea, man.

He's forgotten
what he was going to play for us.

Yeah, yeah.

Calling Sucio onto the runway.

It's time, dawgs.

Ugly here.

It's not Wednesday
But let's start the show.

The main act
Is Sucio ruining his image.

A fake rapper
Like the chains on his neck.

His g-strings are more popular
Than his label's songs.

Trappatitlán, a studio
Of stuck-up old people.

They steal my ideas
Try to steal this.

Flock of vultures
Like Judas at the table.

Whoever doesn't know Ugly
Would pray to anyone.

Heads roll when I open my mouth.

My lines are daggers
Yours are made of coke.

My tongue is sharp
Drives your chicks crazy.

Your time is done
It's my turn now.

No one looks up to you
Your crew is done.

Your flow is outdated
It's off the market.

At this corner store
We've outdone you.

If you want some nuts
You can pay over here

I won't let myself be beat
These assholes want to see me fail.

We came to take the gold and the game
Guerrero guys are laying down the law.

No way.

Ugly, try doing something else, kid.
Singing's not your thing.

Get out of here.
Your producer's the son of a clown.

And that chick Data
has some nice pics, right, Sucio?

What's that, dawg?

Yeah, you dumb abandoned kid,

remember how your mom came
and sucked my noodle?

Cut! That's it.

Son of a b*tch! Jorgito, you damn sheep.

What Adán Cruz is saying here

is, in the hood, you get rid
of everyone or you sh**t them.

He's a tough guy, isn't he?

You sh**t, right, Felix?

No, I've never shot a g*n.
My name's Flex, man.

- Whoa, put that down, buddy.
- What are you doing?

I got this g*n in L.A.
I bought it off this guy.

The guy says
they k*lled Tupac with this.

Put that sh*t down, brother. f*ck.

You're pointing it at us, man.

- Man, stop f*cking around!
- No!

Relax, man. Don't worry. It's fine.

Singing's not your thing.

Get out of here.

Your producer's the son of a clown.

And that chick Data
has some nice pics, right, Sucio?

Those are the guys from Trappatitlán.

- No way. They bit.
- f*cking Lil Vato.

Those sons of b*tches are still...

Data, everyone's seen those pics.

- Relax.
- m*therf*ckers.

f*cking chicks.
They can't handle hip-hop.

Right? Felix?

What the f*ck, Ugly.
I told you not to get involved.

Now they've dragged Flex and I into it.

How did they find out my dad
was a clown?

They sure got us back.

Got us back? Come on, Flex, your father
played in a band dressed as a clown.

Who cares?

So? It bothered me as a kid.

The whole world saw my pics, Flex.

How did Lil Vato
find out about your pics?

What do you think?
The b*stard took them.

- He's my ex.
- Lil Vato's your ex?

Wow, Data. That's something you
and Santi have in common.

You're both obsessed with the hood.

You don't know me.

Me inviting you to hang out
doesn't mean you can judge me. Okay?

Where are you going?

Where do you think?

To take down Trappatitlán.

What, man?

- I'm going to f*ck you up!
- What's wrong? Relax.

Why are you mad?

You didn't believe that.

It was an act, man.

It's Jorgito, man.
Yung Jo is just my alter ego.

Are you really Oogly all the time?

Ugly, you b*stard. Ugly.

Whatever. Relax. Want some?

Relax, man.

See?

Feel better?

How did you find out about Data's pics?

That was f*cked up, man.
But it wasn't me.

It was Lil Vato.
Didn't he go out with her?

With Data? Really?

sh*t.

Where are you man? You wanted a w*r?

It's going down. Come to my place.
I know how to get Trappatitlán.

What's up? Let's hit it.

Back off, man.

That's my guy.

Relax, man. He always gets like that.
Who knows why.

Hey, Data...

Guys.

What's up? What have you got?

Why didn't you tell me what we're doing?

- What's wrong?
- You put us in a tight spot, man.

Stop talking sh*t, Flex. What spot?

Come on guys.
That's enough. Don't start.

I have an idea.

What I'm going to propose is nasty,
but this is w*r.

And f*ck Lil Vato.

f*ck him.

Sometimes Lil Vato
would get together with his ex

to talk about something
he didn't want me to know about.

One day, he had no choice
but to bring me along.

And, well...

Who's that little idiot?

That's Carlitos.

The son he abandoned.

No sh*t! Lil Vato's kid?

Obviously, Lil Vato's.

But he doesn't accept him
and never sees him because...

It's not really gangster.

Wow. History repeats itself, man.

- Poor kid, right?
- Poor kid?

That kid doesn't need him, bro.

Look at me.
Not having a dad made me tough.

Yeah, but repeating
the cycle isn't cool.

All the more reason
we should teach Lil Vato a lesson.

Do you think
maybe you're being paranoid?

I don't know, man.

I've felt like someone
was following me all day.

That's the son of a b*tch.
f*cking as*h*le. I told you.

Son of a b*tch!

Please, put that thing away. Come on!

Who prints out a link?

f*ck, this sh*t really burns!

- Data.
- Flex.

I know. Sorry. I f*cked up.

Look, man.

I don't owe you an explanation
for why I went out with anyone.

Or for who I am.

So f*ck your prejudices.

- Okay?
- Yeah.

I know.

I got worked up over nothing.

I was pissed because of what Santi said.
I don't know what happened.

Sorry I introduced you to him.

It's cool.

But I also thought it was cool

for us to spend time together.

Being close, the connection,
the hormones, the pheromones.

When you and I are together...

It's cool, right?

We'll see.

Right on.

I've come for the Mayan zero.

You guys are the decimal
Don't have the size.

Tikal, Trappatitlán
Ancient city in ruins.

Forgiven by time
But far from the peak.

Yes!

Enough already. Open the link.

So what if it's a virus.

No way. They're from this idiot
who has been following me all day.

I had to pepper spray him in the face.

Truthfully, I respect that sh*t.

I did that stuff too when I started.

Aren't you curious?

You're making me feel bad. I hate you.

OPEN LINK FROM CELL?

I want to forget about your street.

It's that miniature Bad Bunny
you destroyed on Instagram.

It sucks to go viral
for something like that.

Worst of all, the kid's got talent.

WHEN YOU GET RAD BUNNY
INSTEAD OF BAD BUNNY

Happy?

Great to see you still have a heart.

What's up, homie?

We're really causing some trouble!

- Yeah.
- We're raising hell and taking names.

That's not how that phrase goes.

Have you ever thought
about making me part of your crew?

Think about it. You, me, Flex, Data.

We're good for the time being.

With all due respect, dawg.

Cool. Cool.

What the f*ck?

- What's wrong?
- Let me give you some friendly advice.

If I were you,
I'd call off the beef with Trappatitlán.

Somebody told me they know who you are,
and they're going to f*ck you up.

Are you threatening me?

Come on, Ugly. You and I are friends.

But back off, man.

Those guys aren't f*cking around.

With all due respect, dawg.

- No, hold on.
- Everything okay, man?

Aren't you getting, like...

- Like a bad vibe?
- Don't start.

I made you a 3-D animation
with a Mayan pyramid and all your idols.

I even put in some twerking girls.

Can we start f*cking them up?

Those b*stards never imagined
such an elaborate response.

This one's for Carlitos, dawg.

Right on.

f*cking Jorgito, don't be
such a sheep, man.

- What's up?
- f*cking Ugly, man!

It worked, Ugly, you son of a b*tch.

IO erased it, man.

Lay off the drugs.

No way. Take it easy? f*ck no.

Let's go get some beers at El Guapo.

It's on Daddy Bubble, man.

Right on.

What's up? How're you doing?

Let's see here.

I see someone who needs to cool off.

Luciel! How are you, man?

- What's up?
- What's up, Bubble?

- How are you?
- Good. Want some?

- No thanks.
- You?

- No.
- What's in that sh*t?

It doesn't matter what's in it.

What matters is how
it makes you feel. Right?

Am I right?

Has Trappatitlán answered?

No, we got those guys really good.

FROM YUNG JO
TRAPPATITLÁN'S COMING

f*cking Ugly. I told you
you were the sh*t, man.

The sh*t, man.

You f*ck didn't think
this beef would be cool.

Be happy, man. What's up?

I'm cool, bro.

There you go.

What's up?

We need to leave now. Let's go.

Come on. We just got here.

Yeah, man. Come on.

Do you remember Jorgito from school?

Jorge the snitch?

Now he's with the Trappatitlán crew.

- I messaged him and went to his mom's.
- What did you do?

Bro, I'm sorry.

I offered him a deal where I'd...

If he gave me dirt on Trappatitlán,
I'd give him info on Ugly Crew.

Come on, Ugly.

You told him that clown stuff?

- I had to say something.
- f*ck off!

Share your own info!

What about my pics?

No, what did I know
about that? That was Lil Vato.

Data, Flex, I'm sorry. I lost control.

But things are fine. We're a team.

I know that sucked,
but we've got to go now.

Jorgito did it again. He ratted me out.

sh*t.

f*ck. What's up?

Ugly, you f*cked up, kid.
Do you think I'm a chump?

You think your videos are tough?

I never called you a chump.

Rap's a competition and you lost.

I lost, did I? Sucio!

Here you go, boss.

You're a badass too, right?

Take this. Finish him off. Go ahead.

This is it.

- f*cking th*gs.
- f*ck that damn kid up.

For his big mouth.
You're tough on video.

What you got?

f*ck, you're too much, Ugly.

What's this as*h*le doing?

What do you want?

- You guys are from Trappatitlán.
- Hell, yeah.

Wait!

Stop that! Come on!

Hey! The cops are coming!

Son of a b*tch!

- Ugly, no. That's enough.
- You're a thug!

- Dude!
- Ugly!

They f*cked him up.

- Bubble!
- This is f*cked up.

It'll be fine, Bubble.

You're a rock, bro.

Remember Tupac.

Look at the pic I got of him.

Right on.

What a f*cking day.

Guys...

Getting ahead in the game was my dream
since I was little, you know?

You can only do it by breaking the mold.

Data, you're an anarchist.

This is anarchy.

Flex, we've been trying to get someone
to listen to our music for years.

They listened, and not just that.

They beat us up for what we made.

No bullshit, that's inspiring, isn't it?

Ugly.

If we're going to be a crew,

at least ask our opinion too, okay?

Sure.

Okay, dawg.

AMBULANCE

Stay strong, Bubble!

Stick a needle in your a*s
so you don't get bored!

I've come for the Mayan zero.

You guys are the decimal
Don't have the size.

Tikal, Trappatitlán
Ancient city in ruins.

Forgiven by time
But far from the peak.

Fake rappers
Wearing their chains.

Dust in the sky
Rubble in the booth.

Cars, luxury, a lot of cocaine.

The street is no joke
Until you get to the corner.

The b*ll*ts are real
In the hood I live in.

You pretend to be gangsta
Supposedly committing crimes.

The streets have left me ghosts
Who now take care of me.

The ones who are with you
Write your rhymes.

Between these bars and those
There's no comparison.

The orphan is rapping
My flow has no mother.

The rhymes are strophes
That feed the truth.

And they spit this information and facts.

Your manager doesn't
Just charge you 30%.

He takes care of your chick
When you're away on tour.

Do you feel big
Sharing other people's sh*t?

If you need groceries
Do they charge for nuts again?

Fake rappers wearing their chains.

Dust in the sky
Rubble in the booth.

Cars, luxury, a lot of cocaine.

The street is no joke
Until you get to the corner.

Fake rappers wearing their chains.

Dust in the sky
Rubble in the booth.

Cars, luxury, a lot of cocaine.

The street is no joke
Until you get to the corner.

Don't talk to me
About charging thousands a month.

Or about earning money
Or being deserving.

If what you spend on drugs
You could sometimes save.

You could pay child support
For the kid you're keeping secret

I wish it were a lie
But it's the truth.

Lil Vato has a kid
He doesn't see on Christmas.

Or Children's Day, Father's Day
Or on his birthday.

Don't look for redemption
You've already hurt him bad.

Why hide a kid
Forgetting all about him.

How's it the kid's fault
for being born?

It's traumatic to be
A kid without a father.

Even worse if that kid
Has your last name.

Trappatitlán, a city
That has become a cemetery.

On your graves
A new empire is rising.

This event is engraved in your history.

A weak ugly kid has toppled you.

Call the morgue.

There are a lot of fallen bodies.

No one knows what happened.

But it was swift and accurate.

I've come for the Mayan zero.

You guys are the decimal
Don't have the size.

Tikal, Trappatitlán
Ancient city in ruins.

Forgiven by time
But far from the peak.

Fake rappers wearing their chains.

Dust in the sky
Rubble in the booth.

Cars, luxury, a lot of cocaine.

The street is no joke
Until you get to the corner.

Your manager doesn't
Just charge you 30%.

He takes care of your chick
When you're away on tour.

Do you feel big
Sharing other people's sh*t?

If you need groceries
Do they charge for nuts again?

Fake rappers wearing their chains.

Dust in the sky
Rubble in the booth.

Cars, luxuries, a lot of cocaine.

The street is no joke
Until you get to the corner.

Why hide a kid
Forgetting all about him.

How's it the kid's fault
for being born?

It's traumatic to be
A kid without a father.

Even worse if that kid
Has your last name.

Trappatitlán, a city
That has become a cemetery.

On your graves
A new empire is rising.

This event is engraved in your history.

A weak, ugly kid has toppled you