Decidiridiridir spins like the soundtrack to a wild night in the Caribbean underground. The hypnotic “diri-diri-diri” hook feels like a stuttering siren, while the chorus — “decidi-ridi-ridir quiénes van a vivir, quiénes van a morir” — shouts out the brutal reality of street power, where bragging rights can flip into life-or-death choices in a heartbeat.
Brray and Viejo Culprit juggle a chaotic love triangle, neon-lit club scenes, and swaggering cartel name-drops. One moment they are flirting with a fiery red-haired femme fatale, the next they are weighing up who gets taken out and who gets to party another day. The song’s playful onomatopoeia masks razor-sharp lyrics about jealousy, money, and the blurred line between pleasure and peril. It is a head-bopping reminder that in this world of fast cash and faster decisions, nobody can quite decidiridiridir what happens next.