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Gustavo's Rise Name: Gustavo Lopiz Date of Birth: 20/05/1996 Place of Birth: Mexico City, Mexico Current Residence: Los Santos, San Andreas Background & Story Gustavo Lopiz was born and raised in Mexico City in a working-class neighborhood. His father worked as a mechanic in a small garage, and from a young age, Gustavo was surrounded by the smell of oil, engines, and late nights fixing cars. By the time he was 16, he could take apart and rebuild an engine block on his own. Like many, Gustavo dreamed of more than what his home city could offer. In 2018, he made the move to Los Santos, chasing the promise of money and a better lifestyle. He started with small mechanic jobs in back-alley garages, eventually becoming known in the underground scene for his hands-on skill and love for speed. Car Scene & Racing Life In 2024, Gustavo joined a racing crew known as SpeedHunters. The crew quickly became his second family—late-night street races, tuning sessions, and garage meet-ups. They lived for adrenaline and the roar of engines. But as the months passed, members of SpeedHunters started drifting apart—some left the city, others got caught by the cops, and the crew slowly dissolved. Gustavo found himself once again alone, searching for that same sense of brotherhood and passion. Now, in Los Santos, he’s on the lookout for new friends and fellow enthusiasts—people who share his love for cars, tuning, and racing. Whether it’s in the garage with a wrench in hand or on the highway at 200 km/h, Gustavo lives for the car culture.

Field Training Program II; Daily Observation Reports / East LS Picking Up a Call; "Suspect is Armed & Dangerous" / A Pursuit Turned Deadly A Pursuit Turned Deadly II

Fire! Keep it up man! Keep an eye on it!!

Lebrons Bailout Boyz

Detective in custody? // Internal Affairs on the line.

my fave mobsters.

Pushin' never stops here // Juras

Big love big appreciation much support when it comes to this for real! A boss player right here for real !

Jay Crawford - Port of East Beach (I.B.L Local 1218) - Fleet & Terminal Manager

House Robbery II / Ninja Style

Look at our Safety Car POV: 👇

Hello, 200 pages, please. Yellow Hibiscus~

+1. Getting raided day in, day out because a gun was spotted over a leveled ground of a dark frontyard/backyard during the night time which could not be possible. Really does get tiresome and extinguishes the drive for passive gang roleplay.

G-Money: The Showdown/FUCK LAB RAT RECORDS!

Would you like to be the victim or the killer?! One simple question, answered all of Trey's confusions. Trey's almost losing it over every big and small, he now realises how easy and fast anything can take place. Anytime, anywhere and anybody can be it..

G'Money//Touchdown Score From The Sky!

* G-Money starts rapping as soon as the hook stops. (Verse 1) It's G-Money, on the throne, Leaving a trail of groupies in yo zone. They be struttin on the street, money makin machines, Stackin bills, flippin pills, livin out their dreams. See, these ladies ain't just pretty faces, They be hustlin' hard, fillin' up the spaces. In my pockets, with them green faces, Helpin' me re-up, keepin' up the paces. (The Hoochie Groupie Hook) (Last Verse) They keep the flow steady, supplyin what i need, From drugs to guns, yeah, they plant the seed. Got me sittin on stacks, while they workin' the streets, Addicted to the game, can't nobody compete. So when you see me in my Caddy ride, Know them hoochie groupies be by my side. Makin moves, makin cash, ain't no time to hide, Pimp game strong, we takin' it in stride. (The Hoochie Groupie Hook)

* Starts Rapping at 0:03. (1st Verse) M.O.B. What does it mean? Make Or Break for the Pimp Machine. It's purse first then ass last i used to simp but that's the past. Now I'm bout cash more chill than jazz sportin clothes with class counting money like math watch yo hoe i mite snatch then make a dash then hit the gas clownin suckas in my path. Task on my ass, Aimin for my stash, But can't get it cuz i think fast! So nick nack paddy wack give a mack a hat, I'm Moonwalkin on you Haters like Mike Jack. Smooth Criminal, That's a fact, A Original, Gangsta Mack. A Ghetto Role Model is why they mad, I'm always sober i never lack. (The Hook: 0:48 - 1:11) (2nd Verse) Fuck a Twelve, I'm a Rebel, Make that Money or Break Yourself! Like the Cartel, All for wealth, Cuz being broke is bad for ya health. Always on stealth, Where i dwell, Cuz on my hood it's a livin Hell. Bullet Shells, Another body fell, From New Years Eve to the Jingle Bells. Gunpowder smell, As you inhale, The rhymes i spell of this playa tale. From Motels, To Hotels, Crime does pay cuz mobbin sells. I does it well, Slicker than Gel, Cuz where I'm from it's Ball or Fail. Quiet as Hell Like a Snail, Movin in silence cuz G's don't tell. (The Hook: 1:57 - 2:20) (Last Verse) P.I.G, What does it mean? A Punk In Greed who's Hatin on me. Lookin for Trouble, Like a Puzzle, Finding anyway to knock my hustle. It's a struggle in the Jungle, when everybody tryina bubble. You need muscle for to rumble, like a Tug Of War it's a Ghetto Tussle. Ya better have aim, In this lane, If you can't hang get up out this game. Diamond Rings, Diamond Chains, My game the same inside my brain. Flippin Cocaine and Mary Jane, out here chasing that Fortune and Fame. Mobbin all day against the grain, putting all Haters and Pigs to shame. (The Hook: 3:06 - 3:28) (Stops)

* G-Money drops another single called "Re-Up". * G-Money starts spitting game as soon as the beat drop. (1st Verse) Counting cash, gotta make it last, Pimping hoes, moving fast. Money low, but the game's the same, Gotta hustle hard, gotta play the game. 1-2-3, stacking bills, 4-5-6, climbing hills. Money, guns, fear, respect, In the streets, gotta collect. 10-11-12, on the grind, 13-14, money on my mind. Hoes on the corner, money to be made, Gotta stay sharp, gotta get paid. 15-16, moving weight, 17-18, can't hesitate. Fear in their eyes when they see me comin, Respect on the streets, my name they're drummin. 19-20, counting stacks, 21-22, no turning back. Money talks, and I speak it well, In this game of life, gotta excel. (G-Money Sings) The game won't let me chill, Gotta re-up just to pay the bills. So I gotta get my pimp on, Player Haters won't leave me alone. The game won't let me chill, Gotta re-up just to pay the bills. So I gotta get my pimp on, Player Haters won't leave me alone. (2nd Verse) 23-24, clocking time, 25-26, on the climb. Guns on my hip, ready to protect, Street smarts sharp, no room for neglect. 27-28, never fold, 29-30, streets of gold. Re-up, re-up, gotta stay in check, Money, guns, fear, respect. 31-32, closing the deal, Every move calculated, every move real. In this game of life, gotta stay true, Re-up, re-up, that's what we do. 33-34, dodging heat, 35-36, gotta keep discreet. Eyes on the prize, never losing sight, In the dead of night, we own the fight. (G-Money Sings) The game won't let me chill, Gotta re-up just to pay the bills. So I gotta get my pimp on, Player Haters won't leave me alone. The game won't let me chill, Gotta re-up just to pay the bills. So I gotta get my pimp on, Player Haters won't leave me alone. (Last Verse) 37-38, stacking chips, 39-40, on those long trips. Through the city lights, chasing dreams, In this concrete jungle, nothing's as it seems. 41-42, counting days, 43-44, finding new ways. To stay ahead, to stay alive, In this game of survival, we strive. 45-46, running schemes, 47-48, breaking seams. Through the cracks, we make our way, In the hustle and bustle, where shadows play. 49-50, reaching heights, 51-52, winning fights. Against the odds, against the grain, In this life of risk, we carve our gain. (G-Money Sings) The game won't let me chill, Gotta re-up just to pay the bills. So I gotta get my pimp on, Player Hater's won't leave me alone. The game won't let me chill, Gotta re-up just to pay the bills. So I gotta get my pimp on, Player Hater's won't leave me alone. (Stops)