Zone 3 - Jose Guapo

Ayy, what hood you from?

Uh, I’m from Zone 3

I’m goin' worldwide with it

I’m talkin' 'bout to Dubai, Paris, all that type of shit, Egypt (Yeah)

Amsterdam, Africa

Bitch, I’m from Zone 3, don’t talk to police

In the Maybach four deep, we don’t get no sleep

Don’t hang with no sheeps, all these bitches freaks

We gon' cash out, we don’t do no lease

All these bitches dogs, put 'em on a leash

When I’m in NYC, them hoes, they say I’m flee

Gettin' head in the backseat of a taxi

This a fuckin' Gucci fleece, I dress in shit you never see

Bitch, they call me Mr. Clean, nah, better yet, the Pope

I got faith in myself and I give the hood hope

Bitch, I’m in the 305 on a fuckin' yacht boat

We do not follow rules, so don’t tell us we can’t smoke

I took her right to her room and I showed her I wasn’t no joke

And I campaign strong, so I guess I gotta vote

The way she sing on the mic, man, that bitch can keep a note

And we cash out on these cars, we ain’t payin' no car notes

Exotic reefer when I smoke, yeah, I’m scared of goin' broke

It’s Young Guapo, yeah, the G.O.A.T., and it’s murder, yeah, she wrote, huh?

Bitch, I’m from Zone 3, don’t talk to police

In the Maybach four deep, we don’t get no sleep

Don’t hang with no sheeps, all these bitches freaks

We gon' cash out, we don’t do no lease

All these bitches dogs, put 'em on a leash

When I’m in NYC, them hoes, they say I’m flee

Yeah, I got three phones, but she can’t call me

Just got a double seal out a Walgreens

Bitch got catfished, that is not me

I put the hood on my back, I’m talkin' 'bout Zone 3

These niggas phony, I keep it on me

I got hoes on the leash, I’m never lonely

Do you smell what I’m cookin', you jabroni?

I turned two deals down, Warner Brothers, Sony

They tryna clone me, you not my homie

Bustdown a Rollie, pour up a gold P

Zone 1 to Zone 6, I bet they know me

Up north and down south, I bet they know me

Got Crips that’s Rolling, bitch, I’m good in the hood

I give a fuck about a hater, Draco with the wood

Bitch, I’m from Zone 3, don’t talk to police

In the Maybach four deep, we don’t get no sleep

Don’t hang with no sheeps, all these bitches freaks

We gon' cash out, we don’t do no lease

All these bitches dogs, put 'em on a leash

When I’m in NYC, them hoes, they say I’m flee

We on that bullshit

You know what I’m sayin', fly