Like a corrido, I line up f*ckers
We make the decisions and set the missions
Routes, shipments, trucks and planes
We're in command of the cartel, it keeps growing, gentlemen
A pleasure to hold the boss spot
I always back my father, I'm never gonna let him down
Ten thousand irons thunder
Avoid the shame that you become the dinner
Drones and fifty-cals, monsters in the sierra
Get in the shoot-out, let's see if you come out alive
The gringos look for us, they also ask for kilos
That's how your homie Neto sounds, old man
And up with La Perla, f*ck it
We don't forgive, whoever does it, pays it
I'm downing a whiskey on top of the squared ride
Time is very costly because it flies
Richard Mille on my wrist, Jacob for the perfect occasion
With me, rooster man, the black ones guard us
Almost controlling the map, hey, so you can do the math
From the Mancha to the Alfa
My mother on my chest, may she never be missing
To guard La Perla, armored ones abound
Get in the shoot-out, let's see if you come out alive
The gringos look for us, they also ask for kilos