Grillz Lyrics – Cris MJ | from “Las Filtradas”

Cris MJ’s LAS FILTRADAS just unwrapped like the hottest gift under the tree, hitting shelves December 25 via Sonar LLC, and “Grillz” shines brightest—a flashy trap anthem where iced-out smiles meet late-night escapes, turning holiday vibes into straight fire.

This cut, track 14 on the 18-deep set, is Cris at his most magnetic: bouncy reggaeton-trap hybrid with Panda Black’s production layering thumping 808s under those hypnotic “Ma, Ma, Ma” intros and glossy synths that scream luxury lowrider. It’s all about that high-rolling romance—the SUV spins with Toro logos, quick hits in Airbnbs, and whispers of “I love you, Cris” over perico highs—blending braggadocio with bedroom confessions.

Thematically, it’s unfiltered escapism: flexing grillz as invincibility badges, codeine clouds blurring the lines between street hustle and fleeting flings, all while reading her mind from afar. Cris’s bilingual flex (“Girl, like ’em big, vamo’ a hacerlo rich”) nods to his Chilean roots but hits universal, with that raw edge of “pensando en mí te tocas si yo estoy ausente” cutting through the gloss like a transparent clip.

LAS FILTRADAS lives up to its name—raw leaks turned polished gems, a sonic scrapbook of Cris’s come-up from Santiago blocks to global stages. No rigid concept, just 18 tracks of boundary-pushing heat: collabs like “Hoy Te Toca” with FloyyMenor, “Flaite” alongside Panda Black, and “Subieron Las Ventas” ft. Bryant Myers, plus standouts “Pensando Brigido” and “2032” that clock in around 50 minutes of relentless energy. It’s his third full project, ditching mixtape scrappiness for stadium-ready polish, recorded between Chile and Miami sessions that amp the tropical trap with urban grit. Fans got the drop straight to Spotify today, no pre-save needed—just dive in for the full unedited Cris saga.

Cris MJ’s owning 2025 like it’s his birthright, the 24-year-old phenom who flipped “Una Noche en Medellín” into a billion-stream monster now stacking Latin Billboard nods and sold-out Latin billboards from Bogotá to Buenos Aires. Post his 2024 glow-up—therapy arcs and label jumps—he’s evolved from corner cypher kid to diamond-dripping diplomat, trading solo shadows for these vivid, vibe-soaked tales that bridge barrios and boardrooms. It’s him saying the game’s filtrada now: no gates, all glory.