If the Guzmáns send me, I make a hot shit for them
Here it's no joke, I go and take care of the bosses
I pray to the devil and also to death
Only a few know I like hot beer
The truth, there's nothing like the Shelby
At the order of Archivaldo
We shake up anyone who gets reluctant
Without having to go flying
My pilot and a Baby always in the clouds
When I'm on the street, I carry equipment
And my buddy working in front
If you don't want to, don't, if you don't want to, don't
Step up your game if I'm in the area
Long hair and with a big watch
Of fine diamonds, if you don't want to, don't
Damn, son of a bitch!
And if you don't want to, don't
With cold blood, nerves ready
There you see me in the capital, always alert
Riding in the high-security cars
So that the shots go straight through
Only brave Comanche, they don't think twice
And to mention, I'm always at full throttle
One blonde and one dark-skinned
Don't play too much 'cause I'll take out the dragon
If it's not grape, let it be coconut
But let it be washed, if you don't want to, don't
If you don't want to, don't, if you don't want to, don't
They see us wild, out of control
Long hair and in a big Cheyenne pickup trucks
Bring the high-security cars and inside a stack of cash