All good, don't freak if you see me around
Behind me roll several trucks, I didn't even count 'em
Vests on, faces covered, led by a young dude
Uniformed, fully geared through the ranches
And if the trucks start raging
They fire up the beacons right away
Radios buzz, always on alert
Anything moving gets called in close
And to hustle with Don Iván
I'm one of Chapo Guzmán's crew
Don't push me, I could get pissed
So let me introduce myself, I'm the Hawk
Nothing but war corridos, buddy
You see me, rolling too in a Duracell
Know I've got the A, the E and the G inked on me
On my uniform, two generals and a pass to go active
Homemade pieces and some SCARs to fight back
Helmeted guys steer clear of me
My buddy Toner is just itching to jump in
An F1 gets its pin yanked
They come dressed like Marines
And to hustle with Don Iván
I'm from Chapo Guzmán's crew
Don't push me, I could get pissed
Still standing strong, the Hawk here