NCAA is a standout single from Clarent, a rising Puerto Rican trap and reggaeton artist, released on August 3, 2025, under De Baller Inc. and Warner Music Latina. Featuring Turbo G, the track dropped with a buzz on platforms like SoundCloud and YouTube, with fans on X hyping its “hard-hitting beat” and “street energy.” Clarent uses the NCAA as a metaphor for his crew, the “shooters,” who dominate their game like top-tier athletes, but with a street twist. The lyrics mix bravado with personal loss, like the mention of losing his “brotha” Peluche, adding a layer of raw emotion to the flex-heavy narrative. It’s a track that makes you feel like you’re cruising through the city in a flashy car, ready to take on the world. Delve into the NCAA lyrics in English and experience her passion for music.
| Lead Vocals | Clarent |
| Songwriter | Clarent |
| Music Producer | Bassyy & Turbo G |
| Label | De Baller Inc. |
| Release Date | August 3, 2025 |
| Song Language | Spanish |
| Copyright © | De Baller Inc. & Warner Music Latina |
Letra De “NCAA” (English Translation) by Clarent Lyrics
[Intro: Clarent & Turbo G]
Dude, Stop Moving, They Can Hear It
Ah
The Ballers Of The City, Yeah
[Verse 1]
Turbo Tells Me To Take Off My Chains, They Can Hear Them (Yeah)
It’s The Sound Of Money (Ah)
Dude, I’m An Outlaw In The Pot (Yeah)
I’m An Artist And I Don’t Let Go Of The .40
I Answer The Maraca And Move Sexy
We’re In The Work, I Dropped It In New Jersey
The Way I Use The Glizzy Under The Jersey
[Chorus]
All The Girls For The Baller
They Want Drugs, They Want Sex, And I Give Them Naturally
In PR They Don’t Give Vibes, I Don’t Want Local Ones
Now She Says I Suffer From Mental Problems
Girl, You’re The Crazy One, They’re Frito-Lay
I Smoke A Black And Have The View Of The Empire State
In Miami In A Cullinan, In New York, The Escalade
We Mock The System, We Mock The Law
All My Shooters, Motherf***er, NCAA
[Post-Chorus]
Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey
Don’t Brag About Jewelry If The Watch Ain’t Plain
Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey (Ah)
[Verse 2]
Free Chimi, Free Pampa, Free Dobleta (Yeah)
I Live For The Glizzy, A Pile Of Mags In The Drawer
From Cartier To Rolex And From Rolex To Patek
My Guys Will Get You (Yeah)
She Has No Boyfriend, Just Wants To Have Fun
She Wants D***, Baby, Where You Going?
I’m A Baller, You’re Not Gonna Make Me Fall In Love
I’m Roberto Clemente In My City
[Bridge]
And All These Girls Want To Say Hi
After I Hit It, You Won’t See Me Again
I Light The Stick, Let It Start Jumping
For Saying That You’re Gonna Hit Me
[Chorus]
All The Girls For The Baller
They Want Drugs, They Want Sex, And I Give Them Naturally
In PR They Don’t Give Vibes, I Don’t Want Local Ones
Now She Says I Suffer From Mental Problems
Girl, You’re The Crazy One, They’re Frito-Lay
I Smoke A Black And Have The View Of The Empire State
In Miami In A Cullinan, In New York, The Escalade
We Mock The System, We Mock The Law
All My Shooters, Motherf***er, NCAA
[Post-Chorus]
Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey
Don’t Brag About Jewelry If The Watch Ain’t Plain
Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey (Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey)
[Verse 3]
Talking About Who Didn’t Kill
I’m A Money Getter, You Never Took The Risk
I Haven’t Been The Same Since I Lost Peluche Going To Buy The Baba
That Was My Brother
I Really Can Say I Have A House Around My Neck
Where Are The Girls? (Ah)
I Like Her Face, But Her Body’s Weird
If She Ain’t A 10/10 I Don’t Want Anything, Ah
[Outro]
(The Ballers Of The City)
That’s A Big Fact
Tell Me, Turbo (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
The Ballers Of The City (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
That’s A Big—
It’s Some Money Talk
NCAA
Yeah
(Gra-gra Boom, Boom)
