I’ve got bullets enough for a stew
And in the two-door I’m hauling *ss
You just see the dust cloud
And way up front the boss is coming
In black or in plain clothes
With the nineteen I’m more than ready to hit
Vests, two radios and a bearded guy
Armored, by the way, is the Cheyenón
And gates swing open, between the seats we haul the stacks
That day at the office we saw them up close
From Thursday to Thursday we give support
They don’t even tickle us
I’m El Piyi and I’m on point
You already know the line and the mountain’s the sponsor
Say “frog” and I jump in hot
And if I gotta give my life, well, I give it
And if you’re crooked, here we straighten you out
If I’m off, I spark a fat hit
Real alert on the radio ’cause it’s tough as f*ck
And gates close while the operations get coordinated
The Tahoes fly by in a rush
Through the Capi and its outskirts
I don’t throw stones, I pour lead on them
They don’t even tickle us