Jacobo Grinberg English Translation Lyrics by Victor Mendivil
(feat. Krimbgxl)
It’s WICKED OUTSIDE
I’m more connected than Jacobo Grinberg
Grams of the exotic spinning in the grinder
Here, the whole crew stays toasting again and again
They chase me on OnlyFans, you chase her on Tinder
They stayed mad ’cause I blew up
Said they were my homies, I don’t get what’s up
Just wild demons, partners of Lucifer
They’ll smash your windows when it’s time to eat up
Laid-back cholo, San Andrés style
Blasting those Rekes from the Kódigo 36
Toasting bottles, straight Ace Of Spades
Shoutout to Jalisco, I’m riding with the—
The hood don’t bend, that’s why I’m here
Even if I’m strapped up, dressed real clean
Valentino belt, Louboutin kicks
I stay humble till the day I don’t exist
Here I am making noise, still don’t mess up
’Cause I know what’s right and what’s corrupt
And here we send ’em percussion as a gift
They see me escorted, no plates on the Camaro
I handle long guns with no license
If you want it, you can—I live by that wisdom
All my money comes straight from the illicit—
Yeah-yeah-yeah, fools, I’m out in Italy and Greece
I don’t hate on the poor, that’s where I’m from
Don’t hate the rich either—now that’s what I’ve become
How lame would it be if this was just bloodline?
Chasing paper all day keeps me right in my prime
I’m sniffing Tusi off my girl’s nails
Said, “If you want it, you can,” wasn’t just fairy tales
Some stay loyal, some just chase sales
We carry badges, never get the fines
Ten WhatsApp numbers when I’m in extreme silence
That’s where I talk to the ones who set up the party and the violence
Top-tier hustler, got slaves in the trailers
I don’t know fear ’cause we ride proper
Here, if you act wild, don’t bring no weak stuff
Lost my disgust when I started chopping ca—
Expanding bullets, colored ones, the thick slugs
This ain’t COD, with these bullets, you don’t come back
Back when I smoked weed in those Vans kicks
Listening all night to Charles Ans on the speakers
Now panicking with masks in the RAM
Some get snatched, no lines, they just vanish
I raise flags ’cause the whole wave’s lit
With rifles in the trucks and Santa Grifa in the low seats
I’ll challenge Wiz Khalifa to a smoke-off
I’m smashing one who looks like Mia Khalifa
Black shades hide the weed in my eyes
My scale always reading two hundred grams
Still with the same crew since we began
Now we wrap blocks, pull up, and weigh it out
Support family first, then stack more
With haters’ criticism, I moved ahead fast
Had to chase bread, I was starving to death
Now I zip past those who wouldn’t help me
Private jet always flying with mamis
Luxury threads, dressed in Giorgio Armani
Spotted in Miami in a bulletproof ride
Started smoking weed on my homie Dani’s roof
You know what I mean, all this talk I’m spitting
Sharing my goals, burning one with Pablo
With JP loading clips for the Devil
Thanks to my pops, now they call me “El Mendiablo”
Damn wildfire that started in Mexicali
I was perreando, but it was just a chalice
With thugs and celebs, I party all night
Seen in London chilling, burning that green
On the board, I drew all I wanted
Thanks to the grind, I broke even the piggy bank
From selling merch to sweeping floors
Now escorted to the show, pulling up with the cops
The kid’s always strapped when he’s in these parts
Never snitched, swapped notebooks for work
Earn my trust, in the lows, they don’t fold
Hold on tight, this year we take the crown
They wanted to see me rap, this was just ten percent
2025, I’ll sing it at the concert
Dropping plates with my crew, I still remember
Now I’m swinging, tatted up—Rico o Muerto
You won’t see him everywhere
You’ll never catch him perreando
Like Pancho Villa, I pack heat in the ride
Short, long, Glock, crutches—they answer for my family
And the brands, I answer to El Señor
Always gave me his trust, nothing more
Chatting with him, smoking in the mansion
A shoutout to him—can’t miss it in this song
The Chuckys escort me, even when I sleep
Generating and sending, always on repeat
Frequent packages sent back
But now they’re stuffed with stacks
And the VVS, now we rock ’em
Stacking paper daily, blah-blah-talking
The bosses check in
For the effective work we do on missions