Jacobo Grinberg

It's WICKED OUTSIDE

I'm more connected than Jacobo Grinberg
Grams of the exotic spinning in the grinder
Here the whole gang spends toasting and toasting
They chase me from Only, you chase her on Tinder

They were left feeling burned because I hit them
They were supposedly carnal and I don't understand why
Pure crazy demon, they are partners of Lucifer
They break your windows at mealtime

Cholo lying down in the style of San Andrés
Zumbo those of Reke of Kodigo 36
Toasting bottles, pure Ace of Spades
I greet Jalisco and walk in one with it

The neighborhood doesn't bend, because that's why I'm here
Although I'm very handsome and I dress very handsome
With a Valentino strap and my Louboutin shoes
I remain humble until I cease to exist

Here I am being annoying and I still haven't given up
Because I know well what is good and what is bad
And here we send you percussion as a gift
They see me escorted and the Camaro doesn't have plates

I'm handling long guns without a license
And he who wants can, I am faithful to that belief
That all my money is based on crime
Simon, fuckers, here I am in Italy and Greece

I don't criticize the poor, because that's where I come from
Not even the millionaire, because I already have that nickname
Well, what a bald woman it would be, if this were of lineage
I amuse myself by running around the fair all day long

I'm getting tusi from my nanny's nails
I said: He who wants, can, not that he had a wig
One or the other is faithful, one or the other only profits
We carry a tray, they never give me the fines

She gets pretty when [?] and the silence
There I talk to those who put you in a group and the whole dance
Strong exponent of freight, I have slave in the trailers
I don't know fear because we're doing well here, rider

If you go crazy here, you don't go around stuffing your face with strawberries
I lost my disgust when I started cutting ca
Expanding, colored and thick bullets
I'm not playing COD, these bullets don't come back

When I was dancing in those Vans sneakers
Listening until night on the Charles Ans horn
And now panicking with masks on the Ram
One or another get up, without queuing they leave

I raise several flags because the whole thing is a joke
With rifles in the trucks and in the Santa Grifa lowlands
I challenge Wiz Khalifa to smoke weed
I'm fucking someone who looks like Mia Khalifa

I'm wearing black glasses that hide the marijuana
My ball always weighing two hundred grams
I'm still with the same friends since we started
Now we put the block on the beach, we arrive and we weigh it

Support the family with what you earn more than what you give to them
With criticism from people, I was able to take steps forward
I had to look for a fair, I was dying of hunger
And today I whizz past the one who didn't want to help me

On a private flight, the jet always travels with mommies
Luxotica of clothing, Giorgio Armani dress
In an armored car, they looked at me in Miami
And I started smoking weed on my friend Dani's roof

If you already know what I'm talking about, because everything I'm talking about
Telling him my goals, burning one with Pablo
With JP, putting in Meccas for the Devil
Thanks to my boss, they now call me: The Devil

Damn fire that started there in Mexicali
I was dancing with her, but she was just a chalice
I go to parties with the thugs and celebrities
You've already seen me around London at ease, burning marijuana

On the blackboard I drew everything I wanted
Thanks to my efforts, I've already reached the piggy bank
As a merchant, he also swept houses
Now escorted to the show, I fall with the police

The child always rides in one when he walks around here
He never backed down on me, he traded notebooks for jobs
They have earned my trust and in the bad times they have not bent
And hold on to your cock because this year we crown it

They wanted to see me rap, this was barely ten percent
And in 2025 I'll sing them to you at the concert
Throwing plaque with my fleet, I still remember
And right now I'm hitting, 'it's all for the Rich or Dead

You won't see it everywhere
They will never see him perreando
Like Pancho Villa, Porto in the car
Short, long, delta groups answer for my family

And the marks, I answer for The Lord
He always gave me all his trust
Chatting with him, hanging around the mansion
And I send you a greeting, it is not missing in this song

The Chuckys are escorting me, and I walk
Even when I sleep generating and commanding
Followed by several packages
And at the same time they return to me, but full of bills

And the VVS now carry
We are generating fair and blah-blah-blah a daily
Patterns are reported
For the effective work we do in the missions