ZouZou (remix) (part. Blackinny, Brray, Casper Magico, Hades66, Juanka, Kendo Kaponi, Miky Woodz y Pusho)

(Yo-Yo-Young Hokage)
We’re the Magicos, man
Ey, ey, ey
(Martino, let it drop)

The ugly ones are looking for me, the bitches are setting me up
I don’t want any of that, I’m just gonna keep running
From afar laughing at them, watching my fame
I don’t want any of that either, I just want the dollars (helping those who are struggling, man)

I went through a lot to get where I am
I don’t send anyone, I get in, I go
Fuck the fakes who said: I’m here
I didn’t envy, that’s why I am who I am

Light up another blunt, my dude, 'cause I’m already ZouZou (light another one, man)
Don’t you see the jewels? Through the VV it looks blurry
Fans ask for pics and I come out looking fine without a filter (let's get it)
After this, I’m divorcing poverty (screw that)
I enjoy the bitches in my room (I enjoy them)

That ski mask, bro, doesn’t make you dangerous (come on, man)
Stop the act, bro, we’ll cross you up
We’ll leave you lying in the slammer (hey, haha)

They shout Ghostbusters, and I hit them with Casper
If I pull out the athletic one, they run, it wears them out
Turn down the series, man, this isn’t a chapter (yeah, kid)
Haven’t you seen how much a master costs from us, man?

Man, don’t play dumb, this is Al Pacino’s legacy
Héctor and Tito, Los Bambinos, the rhinos and the Palestinians
The Glock, the .22 clip (22), the killers
If I don’t come out, it’s not a remix, Chyno Nyno (bitch, the 66, haha!)

Light up another blunt, my dude, 'cause I’m already ZouZou
Turn down the Avengers, the six gems, the powerful
We’re erasing Joker, the one with the smile, the funny guy
Kyrie Irving, the handle, I’ll cross you up (man)

We’re at 120, you brag like you kill people
Bitch, you look like you’re gonna snitch on Chente
I’m the chosen one, man, I’ve known since the womb (you know)
And your dad, keep it in mind, the 66 (Casper, you heard?)

I’m gonna put the piece under the pillow every time I sleep
I’ll shoot even in my dreams, I have a sick mind
In 2024 I made a lot of money and I want to make more in 2025
Don’t call me, let them call Mielma

They want to fight, I don’t fight with little fake bitches
Even the toughest run if this stick catches them
I taught Tutu to kill, he paid attention in class
I’m flow Farru with Almighty, betting on whoever sweeps me

Don’t you see this bar? Don’t you see the flow? I look expensive
Don’t you see that you’re sucking my dick and I don’t stop?
Don’t you see I’m on edge? Man, don’t look at me weird
'Cause the last one who bragged is counting the shots

I feel like Pacho 'cause I’m an antifeka
I want to bang a hot blonde with a mole
Millionaire and street, I got a stick with two tits
In the bank, I’m Santa, they greet me with coffee and cookies

Light up another blunt, my dude, 'cause I’m already ZouZou, beautiful, come on
I’m already eager to light them up
They look ugly for the photo, tragic (Juanka!)
They’re gonna have to respect the Magicos

I’ve been at my peak for a while, but I’m reaching my prime
Dressed in Jordan, they look like mannequins from Finish Line
Here the wars are four quarters and there’s no overtime
A ghosting and we rewind the movie

Top of the line, like El Patrón rapping, I haven’t lost my pulse
I’m sick for the bars and the punchlines that I convulse
Tie your shoes, 'cause I’m masked up like Hamilton
Living a movie and it’s not Denzel Washington’s

I’m moving the chickens to the grill and they’re not teriyaki
Sounding different, man, like Yaga and Mackie (you know)
Watch out with talking shit when you’re hitting the blacky
And we’ll show up next to you dressed in motocross on the Kawasaki
The last samurai, instead of a sword, an MP5

In the hustle, always on the grind and we’re not in Dubai
I hooked all the bells, all the diamonds are from Russo
I’m getting high and I’ll hit you with a jump, flow Larry Ayuso
The horse of the Ferraris, behind are the rastafaris

With the dreadlocks on top of the crocodiles, like Jim Carrey
I’m a king, like Chris Webber
Four soldiers in the Rebel, with the 23 forever
Like Bamm-Bamm and Pebbles

De-De-De-De this new blood, I’m the most badass
The Wizard, the T, The Magic Crew, the one on the route
The baby is Colombian, so I licked her pussy (so good, babe)
She grabbed my dick, flow waitress with the hookah

But, baby, don’t get wrapped up, I hit them and block them (I block them)
Your dude says he’s a gangster
Where is he? I don’t see him (where is he?)
You’re like your bitches, they’re all ugly
What happened? Did they put them on when the shooting exploded? (What happened, man?)

Come on, man, you and your crew are a bunch of cockroaches (hey, pig song)
You know that’s fentanyl, that Perco you’re catching
We’re banging bitches, flow Kardashians
Father, pull out a million, I haven’t failed, we’re on a roll

I went through a lot to get where I am
I don’t send anyone, I get in, I go
Fuck the fakes who said: I’m here
I didn’t envy, that’s why I am who I am

Light up another blunt, my dude, 'cause I’m already ZouZou (light another one, man)
Don’t you see the jewels? Through the VV it looks blurry
Fans ask for pics and I come out looking fine without a filter (let's get it)
After this, I’m divorcing poverty (screw that)

I enjoy the bitches in my room (I enjoy them)
That ski mask, bro, doesn’t make you dangerous (come on, man)
Stop the act, bro, we’ll cross you up
We’ll leave you lying in the slammer (we don’t cap fake!)

To kill them, I don’t ask for permission, nor do I use protocol (never!)
We’re ready for trouble, like Héctor, here we go, yo (here we go, yo)
I got a baby giving me a blowjob (let's get it, let's go)
They want the fat guy, I hit them and don’t even follow them, haha

Real shit, real nigga, real gangsta (real)
I walk down the street, zero fear, like the Penta (zero fear)
You think you’re tougher than me, HP? Stop the fenta
You don’t bring fake, cock sucker, get real

I got a few enemies, but none are competition (nobody)
They want to catch my flow, but sorry, it’s not for sale (no)
All the new combos always fresh, like mint (fresh)
I don’t repeat a style, man, it’s more than ninety (The Association, haha)

I light a blunt and make money thinking
Fame is a bitch, talk to me about cashing in (money)
They’re read, they suck to later insect
Later they throw the Yomo, man, are you gonna kill me? (Let it know)

I notice you’re ZouZou (ZouZou), real, you got a badass pancake face
What happened, man? On the net you weren’t the monster?
It’s not the same to call the devil as to see him in person

I come out looking good in all the photos, the money makes me look good
With the gun in hand and if they catch me, it’s going to the nail
That’s a sure hit, man, every time I record (you know)
This is easy money, like with the parakeet El Cabo

The dude kicking it with my music popped a vein
I dreamed of all this shit, with the money and the chains
I’m rolling with God, tell me, who’s messing up my plans? (Amen)
She’s hot, but I don’t hit on the fans

This is how mine sounds, so man, so you can get it (hold on)
I’m gonna pull out the red one, like The Rockets (come on, man)
It’s speeding up and I’m gonna make it crash
I’m a nigga, man, I pissed all over the block

Check the VVs shining in the chest box
Here the guide broke down, man, we all run straight
Your bitch wanted dick and I told her: That’s a fact (here you go, baby)
After they pass me 15, I’ll sing to them satisfied

Let them pass me all the hundreds, I have parties every weekend
Of the bosses, I’m the kid (what happened?)
A war with me isn’t convenient (they know)
They want dick and I pass on my genes

Take it easy 'cause the street is hot pocket
Don’t pass by the block at night
Man, for this court, not even True Buckets gets in (no)
The one who tried went to Houston, now he’s a fan of The Rockets

The crew in white TRX, we dropped the anchor
And the flip-flops started flying
They ran like pumas, even left the chuma
I arrived with authority and all the LUMA guys fell

Tutu, after this we’re gonna disconnect the Bluetooth
If they want to go trending, they’re split and going to YouTube
Fentanyl in the pills, don’t brag about the zero-mile cars
'Cause their packs show their ribs

Pass another bottle, my dude, 'cause I’m already dry
Go down to the chalet and get the vest
We’ll hit you in Carolina, in Bayamón you can hear the echo
And they shout: Pusho is on fire, damn, skinny baribón

Real, like El Chivo, like Hanzel, fugitive
Santia, chill, ma, 'cause Héctor is still alive
Notty said there are rumors
That was back in the time of Chacal on Calle 4 and Cheo in the Collore'

Microphone in check, we’re still in the mecca
In the helmet, they put a kilo of butter on me
And before I fall, your connection, your way falls
All those who have to see and even those who didn’t (no, no, no)

Nothing to see, Lucifer took them
Not even the driver is saved, I grew up in a cartel
And you in a barracks, tell me, bro, what are we gonna do?
'Cause these cock suckers run for mine (the real sons of bitches, baby, Pusho!)

They want to knock out and go to the corner in the first round
And we’re gonna find them even if they hide
Everyone is clear that mine are the contact
They’re so trilly that even the shore is deep for you

And keep shooting for signs and windows
I spend the ticket today, 'cause I don’t know if I’m here tomorrow
I learned not to trust supposed friends
When I discovered that fame and envy are sisters

Light up another blunt, negotiating millions in the contract
It doesn’t hurt to pull thirty for them to kill you
Why so many tools? If they’re just pliers?
Why so much street for them to silence you with just one incoming call?

ZouZou, I don’t get along with gossips
I’ve sold stuff and it’s not that I feel proud (no)
The jewels and the aura make me feel beautiful
Never confuse humble with friendly

I’m the demon, the ink that won’t fade
I make songs and prayers knowing there’s no enemy or heaven that will answer
I’m the switch Kaponi, I turn you off, I turn you on, I lay your life down standing and honest 'cause I use talent for this
You bring the hate, my demon brings the rest and will do it
Knowing that I’m the legend rapping, above you won’t be enough
May El Tuerto rest in peace, he won’t be here anymore

Muhammad Ali, I fight in rallies
All terrain like Denali (you know who it is)
I’m loose, Daddy, I’m wrapped in pali
I’ve returned and damn, the one who’s written the most badass for you has returned, the one who ties your career where you haven’t returned
Smells like dead crossed with Baccarat

Pre-pre-pre-light it, confused
I know people who’ve never killed or shot and for having been there, they’ve sunk
Life stinks to me, it’s tight like a bandit’s will
With the piece outside the glass, from the glass I point to the face and shoot the enemy

Hate hydrates your mind, we light the stick, glass, wig
And we left the Vitara Suzuka on 65 smoking hookah (don’t do it!)
I’m the demon in the mirage, I don’t relate
'Cause if I act, I react in autism

Tell me, Tutu, rapping realism
Mine is antagonism, yours is protagonism
My times and yours aren’t the same
What-What-What the hell is wrong with these bandits?

Talking, podcasting, doing journalism
I change the view and keep touring
Your punches are out of time like all my bars on the rhythm
The Demon losing to Kendo and Kendo fighting with myself
But I’m not dead yet and as long as I’m loose, they keep hearing my algorithm

And that paranoia? One hand on the wheel and the other on the piece
Watching back, in case the cops come back
And sometimes the weight weighs, but that weight in the express avoids surprises
Like the Preda says, predator or prey

I learn, do you want it? I sell it
You all are rapping in Kendo’s legacy
They’re looking at me, they’re not seeing themselves
'Cause no one has seen their reflection in boiling water, Ah!

Au!
ZouZou!