Fast cars, blazing beats, and a field of Amapolas in full bloom — this track drops you right into Natanael Cano and Nueva H’s after-hours playground. The lyrics paint a neon-lit picture of Mexico’s new-school corridos scene, where designer labels (LV, Dior, Amiri) flash as brightly as diamond chains, and every inhale of sativa or tussi fuels another wild night. It is a celebration of euphoric excess: red-eyed rides through the city, champagne showers, and globetrotting from local clubs to Spain, all while the bankroll “crece, crece” like the poppy flower that gives the song its name.
Yet underneath the luxury lies the heart of the street. Cano salutes the malandro mindset — always watching his back, scoring “otro gol” against rivals, and turning hard-won hustle into stacks of “puros Benjamines.” Amapola is both a boast and a snapshot of a generation blending regional Mexican roots with trap swagger, inviting listeners to vibe along, live fast, and let the night bloom bright red.