Behind his scapular that protects him from hell
He’s got four crazy dudes in the seats
They’re wearing vests and ready for the shoot-out
Black hood that only lets the eyes show
They’re hooded, you can’t even see their faces
If you see a real warlike convoy, f*ck yeah that’s us
Or the AKs will thunder
Nothing but a warlike clique with them
It goes all the way to Guanajuato
Let the bundles keep coming, buddy Chinito
Pure Street Mafia, buddy
And here it goes, old man, Black
Simple character, demanding in his own way
The pampered 9 that glints on my thigh
I’m very cautious and I don’t show it just anywhere
Report on the radios, we’re just a few on the job
He fires the bolt-action, shots and radios crackle
Nobody alive, let’s bounce quick
You already know, greetings to my bro plebín
And here’s a shout-out to all the hated ones over in Cuahutémoc, big guy
For the whole clique, you already know, we’re on watch