A convoy of four cars
The terrain patrolled, and only the boss's people
The plaza's under control
How could we forget that day, on the radios you could hear
Things got hot, get the heavy gear ready
We get f*cking moving fast, we head for the capital
We came to throw down, orders from boss Iván
We gamble our lives, we're well prepared
We won't back down, here they respect Culiacán
We cruise through the ranches, everything's well under control
And support's at a million, big shout to the boss
Vests and long rifles, helmets on soldiers
The war team, they don't think twice, they're all action
So that you're informed, don't get twisted, we're many
We roll with the .50, I'm up front, feeling my way
Level seven armor, protection from bullets
They'll see me in a Tacoma and at La Rosca always full throttle
That's where we leave it, fellas