Zona Mista

I don't follow rules, I make my own
So fuck, I'm riding on mine
Music is my heroine, I made my bros cocaine
One beat, one vibe, one rhyme
One bitch, one night, drink served
In the VIP glass with the niggas, heads turn

Still need to be richer to not care about vultures around
Still need to respect Wet Bed Gang for putting Tuga on the map
Still need those niggas to feel pride instead of anger
Still four years left for my nigga in jail to come home
Still need to be richer to not care about vultures around
Still need to respect Wet Bed Gang for putting Tuga on the map
Still need those niggas to feel pride instead of anger
Still four years left for my nigga in jail to come home

Selling K's is no longer a job
I only do it for sport now
I want K, [?] out
I've been on these roads since I was eight
And when it comes to money
Our color is only well seen when the note is black
2023 Wet is penta
Imagine if we were [guetas?]

Authentic motherfucking Gson
Notice that there are [a hundred here?]
I keep the knife and business
If you see the guard's face, warn
Since thirteen, that's been the mentality, paka for the head
Zizzy walks, the map is on the table
It doesn't matter if momma's at mass
I did thirty for a line, but I'm not talking about giving in the kiza
Lots of niggas with gardens, but no one here is planting turnips
No one is giving or asking, son
I told poppa: Get off the track
I'm just selling toxic shit
Because that's the price of papa pa' Melissa
And if she's yours, she's my sister, I come from the toughest street
In Vialonga there's no racist,
Gypsy, black, mixed zone
We only get upset with the police

Paka, lots of bitches, no way
Sitting alone in the studio, not lazy
Fuck everyone, no laws
None of those rules brought us success
I'm crazy, goddamn
Tantrum with a lot of M's
Miracles in the notebook, that's why the city trembles
I have a trembling look
Looking at shop windows in Amsterdam
Competitors look like hamsters
[?]
Just money, we blow, no block ballin'
Nigga live fast, bitch fuck slowly
They hear the sound, ask what was the high
If it was acorn or wine
I'm in that shit changing the whole story
With three blacks from the V block
In the coin game, even if it doesn't land on heads
I'm never alone here
In shit or in the coin, let me quote the motto: We keep a family

Number one, it's normal for me to be imitated
Drunks niggas and bitches have fun
On the other side pussy niggas divide
All my enemies want to make peace, huh
I love all the bitches, I'm at the top without dizziness
My new baby is a bandit, has a lot of hidden drugs
I have sold dates, I charge to be seen
In the neighborhood I don't even look like an artist, I need an accountant
In this life I've done a lot of shit, I don't deserve to be resurrected
When I die, bury me in a museum
So no one forgets what I did
Priority is to be rich, even though I'm with a new bitch
She already told me I'll be rich
I swear to God, I don't hang out with snitches
I have my clothes full of brands
I have my body full of marks
Pussy nigga, you just talk, you don't kill
But when it's beef time, you cancel
I always call that baby when she calls me
Saying she misses me
Fuck the status, I just want to be free
And be able to do everything I used to do
Bitch relieves, keeps company
You do yours, I do mine
Whenever I'm on V-Block
You see this young nigga fresh drinking codeine
Glasses are Louis, t-shirt is Dior
I'm with that drip bitch all day
Running from day one to the last day, G, L, K and Z