daño Lyrics – Peso Pluma & Tito Double P | from “DINASTÍA”

This seventh track is a departure from the high-energy corridos that dominate the project—it’s slower, more vulnerable, with a melodic trap-sierreño feel that lets the vocals breathe. Produced by Peso himself along with Ernesto Fernández and Iván Leal “Parka,” the beat’s sparse: soft guitar plucks, deep bass hum, and just enough reverb to make the “daño” echoes linger like regret.

The lyrics trade verses and chorus between the cousins, telling a story of a breakup that hits hard after one bad night—her saying she’s done, exhausted, and him admitting he might blow up her phone when he’s drunk and missing her. The hook’s the killer: that strange emptiness of coming home to no kiss, begging her to take his hand and escape this “mundo extraño,” all while confessing he still loves her despite the pain she causes. It’s classic toxic love territory, but delivered with real hurt—no glorification, just the ache of still wanting someone who wrecks you.

DINASTÍA? It’s their biggest swing yet, a 15-track dynasty blueprint born from Guadalajara sessions where scrapped ideas from Peso’s Éxodo era fused with Tito’s street-edge demos. The concept screams legacy—honoring their roots while building a new wave, packed with bangers like the reggaeton-laced “putielegante,” the triumphant “7-3,” and that long-teased “bckpckbyz” closer. Clocking around 45 minutes, it’s got guest spots from Ivan Cornejo on “Vuelve” and potential surprises in “morras II,” all wrapped in visuals dropping Christmas week. Official tracklist hit Insta yesterday, sending fans into pre-save frenzy, with Peso’s stories hyping it as “the album that ties it all.”

Peso’s at his untouchable peak post-Éxodo’s billion-stream domination, fresh off Coachella headlining whispers and that sold-out Mexico City run where he brought Tito out for impromptu cyphers. Tito, the quiet force behind Double P Records, steps fuller into the light here—evolving from sidekick to co-king, their cousin bond turning rivalry rumors into unbreakable fuel. At 26 and 24, they’re not just riding the tumbados tide; they’re redirecting it toward forever.