The crew's in armored trucks
They're seen patrolling Mazatlán and it's over the top
Gear they carry for the fight
With Iraqi-style Kalashnikovs, to f*ck sh*t up
Whoever enters the territory, I'm not exaggerating, is never seen again
Handguns and rifles seen in caravans cruising the boardwalk
Minimis, .50 cals, also plane-downers with grenades for the explosion
Ready for action, the whole big crew is on the move
They watch Gabito's back, they call him the boss in the corporation
In pixelated camo day, afternoon, and early morning
The crew is hyped up, watching the coordinates
Codes sound off over the radio
Projectiles are gonna detonate
Representing the team hard
Ready for whatever comes up
They carry a badge and it's respected
Not even the government bothers them
24/7 the boys are on edge
Guarding the turf so rivals don't get in
A direct line in the capital with Iván
Representing the Guzmáns
They get to work on command, without backing down
81 on the radio, reporting all clear
They control the area marked on the map
If they cross the line, the 'traca traca' sounds
And there are detonations of ARs and AKs
They go with the skinny lady, nobody escapes
War arsenal for exclusive use
With balls and the goat horns at their side
They party often, the corridos are blasting
With live music and bottles of wine
And a f*ckton of homies to get warmed up
A hit of weed to get high
They kill their sleepiness with a good bump
Finger on the trigger if a traitor shows up
Let the burning continue, the flag rules
Here and everywhere, people of the eighty
The trucks go down the highway
And the merch moves across the border
That comes out of the capital
And it has the original seal of the finest quality
The music plays, shells are popping
To the sky, honor to the brother
The boys are on call, ready to work
You can see their aggressiveness to shoot
They always have that thousand-yard stare
They'll give you a passport to the afterlife without an ID
They carry plenty of souls on their minds and are looking for more
Just like that, all warlike as f*ck
And his homie Beto Sierra
And we're off to Mazatlán
Porrom Porrom Porrom Porrom