RZR Lyrics – Victor Mendivil, Alemán

RZR Lyrics Meaning

[Intro: Alemán & Victor Mendivil]
They’re setting the tone right away — it’s wild and dangerous outside. The phrase “Puro Rico o Muerto” is like saying “rich or dead,” meaning there’s no in-between. They’re all-in on a risky lifestyle chasing money and status, with no fear of the consequences.

[Coro: Victor Mendivil]
He starts off talking about how his car smells like weed and how he shows up once someone’s man leaves, hinting at secret flings. People snap pictures of him because he’s famous, and he’s always in shady, risky environments. A sketchy, unlicensed car pulls up — that’s how unpredictable and dangerous things are. He’s grinding up sticky weed, and there’s also white powder (likely coc*ine) in the mix. He lives large, taking expensive yacht trips and wearing fancy cologne. He calls himself powerful, especially when it comes to attracting women. He’s armed with a flashy weapon and dressed in a bold, eye-catching style. The roads he travels are rough, and he talks back to the cops without care. He’s rolling up something strong and flipping off the haters. His meetings feel like mafia gatherings, and his chains show he’s religious, or at least heavily into image. He hangs with people who seem straight out of hell. He doesn’t fly anything less than business class, flexes the latest iPhones, parties with escorts, snorts flavored lines, and dares you to join — but warns you, once you’re in, there’s no backing out and no phones allowed.

[Verso: Alemán]
Alemán jumps in high and hyped on drügs, playing loud techno by Carl Cox. He’s riding in his Can-Am vehicle with girls dressed in s*xy, fox-like outfits. If you’re looking for “rose” (code for drügs), hit up his guy Choks, because he’s got solid plug connections. He’s got strong tequila to pass around, and he admits he’s flying high from weed. Sometimes he gets trippy and spiritual, like a shaman on DMT. If you play Tito Double P’s music, he gets in the zone again. The Escalade he rides in is always full of girls. He compares himself to Neymar — fast, flashy, and not fake. The parties he throws are filled with attractive women, like a Drake concert. He moves in tight groups of six, all masked up — no faces, no evidence. He’s carrying something round, maybe drügs or a weapon, shaped like a baseball. He knows secret routes that even navigation apps can’t find, keeping his movements off the grid.

[Coro: Alemán & Victor Mendivil]
This part repeats the vibe of the first chorus. The car still reeks of weed, and he keeps things on the low, only showing up when someone’s man is gone. He’s getting photographed a lot because he’s living fast in risky surroundings. A suspicious car pulls up with no plates, and it’s rolling with someone dangerous. He’s grinding up sticky weed again and has shiny white powder — probably coc*ine. His lifestyle includes fancy yachts and expensive cologne. He sees himself as a powerful figure, attractive to women. He sips from a strong, sweet drink and dresses bold to stand out. The road is still dusty and rough, and he talks to police without any respect. At the party spot Xcaret, he’s surrounded by escorts and flavored drug lines. Once you join this world, you’re in deep — no phones, no questions, just full send into the chaos.

[Outro: Victor Mendivil]
He wraps up by going back to Xcaret, where he’s surrounded by prostitutes and flavored drug lines. He warns that stepping into this world hits you hard, like a shock. The women don’t charge, everything’s included, and the wild ride in the Can-Am RZR kicks off your journey. But once you’re in, you disappear — no phones, no asking anything. Just silence and full commitment.