MMZ - Gacha/Gustavo (Freestyle plata o plomo) (English lyrics)

Part 1 (Moha) : Freestyle Gacha

Intro :
Gacha, Gacha, Gacha, Gacha, Gacha, hé
Gacha, Gacha, Moula, Moula

Verse :
I can see that there’s blood on my Dior Polo-Polo (Dior Polo)
Good for you, you made it, but it’s still the same shit outside
I’m like Gacha or Pablo
I would like to have the same associate as Gustavo (Plata o Plomo)
Don’t swim out of your depth, or else
Your plans will fail
How much of those that are talking, didn’t own up
And when I go on showcases, you go home to bed
Homie, my teacher is Walter White
Brams is in the building, he’s the quarterback
Yeah I still want it, even if that’s the world
Everyday in the street
You can run into Tahriou, with a pair of Salomon on his feet
And for my future son, I want him to eat Lobsters, and at noon, some salmon
Moha 2MZ I want you to remember that name
I can hear Cocaïna blasting trough the speakers
Right now I’m in Miami, and I’ve got Luffy’s hat on my head
To provide for the fam’, like Gacha, I slang in Colombia
Your homies dirty our names, we’re older than you, you need to realize
The opposite of Tony
I’m not dumb enough to smoke a best friend

Chorus :
Gacha Gacha Gacha Gacha Gacha hé
Gacha Gacha Gacha Gacha Gacha hé
It’s Plomo o Plomo for my ennemeis
We ship the dope out : Colombia-Miami
Gacha Gacha Gacha Gacha Gacha hé
Gacha Gacha Gacha Gacha Gacha hé
Plata o Plata only for the family
We make the money back : Miami-Colombia

Part 2 (Lazer) : Freestyle Gustavo

1rst verse :
Gustavo Gustavo Escobar Escobar Moula
Like Gustavo, if there’s a money plan, I’ll imagine 1 000
These clowns want me dead, tell them that I’ll take them on by the thousands
In my clique there’ no Broly, only guns
In your projects there’s no thugs, only comedians
They want to kill kill kill me they want to kill me
They want to fuck me up, fuck me up, fuck me up, they want to fuck me up so fuck them, fuck them, fuck them, so fuck them
And in their projects projects projects we’re the best
Tomorrow is another day, success is far, it’s on stand-by nowadays
I don’t spill my hatred bro, I blindly sing it
They’re not seeing us coming, they’re relaxing
And if we go up, Mini Mafia will pull the trigger

Chorus :
Gustavo wanted his Moula
Wanted his liquid cash, wanted his liquid cash
Wanted his liquid cash, wanted his liquid cash

2nd verse :
You owe me money, I shoot bullets at you and we’re even
2MZ select comittee, check out the team
Real Sourou counts on no one, we avoid the snitches
These fake thugs were screaming my name at the other end of the observation mirror
I didn’t want to be loved, but they did it
You’ll have to go to war against us in order to have peace
Making war isn’t worth it
When you take a look at their gangs, wallah they’re pitiful
You want my kush, I want your cash
Homie, I need to cash in, faut qu’prenne l’occass (??)
You want my downfall, me I’m slangin my white
And in the fog, yeah, yeah, yeah, I lurk around at night
You want my kush, I want your cash
Homie, I need to cash in, faut qu’prenne l’occass (??)
You want my downfall, me I’m slangin my white
And in the fog, yeah, yeah, yeah, I lurk around at night
You want my kush, I want your cash