LEARN LYRICS

I'm Michoacán-born but I guard here in Jalisco

Well equipped with my crew, positive, it's already clean

A .38 potato launcher, the big rounds

The antennas in backpacks and the M's are already set

Drum-horn AK, I'm always on edge

Javier Guerrero is written on the bolt

It's been my turn to face off with my long guns

In Vargas's Tinaja I lived very bitter things

With the panther squad

That commands the flag

The Guerreros and the Michoacán guy

Up to the brim

It squeezes very little

He who takes on a lot

I cruise through it too

With a very good brand

I carry my boots soaked with clay

'Cause we're in the hills with the lord from Aguililla

I really like hanging with my youngsters

With some grilled meat, a volleyball or an afternoon hang

With the vests and the armored rides

My buddy Chuyito, I know well that he doesn't back down, so hit it

La Palma prison or pigeons that are flying

Or that man from the little hill, here we wait for Javito

I'm calm and I'm also very simple

I don't like bullsh*t, I'm telling you straight right here

Over in Tanhuato there was a conflict

I'm at the ready on the Jalisco limits

I stroll around too

When I walk through the pasture

It reminds me a lot of the old man

My pops Javier Guerrero

We're Engineers, new cartel of the term, I

Like the drag races too with my brother Leo

From said to done

There's a long stretch

I speak with the evidence

Ask Mr. Mencho

A good view delights me whenever I knock one back

A taco, and later I also f*ck up a good cigar

I remember my people, the forties and the soldiers that

Fell, buddy Jaime, who's always here at my side

Here I am, Franco

With uncle Laco

I send a greeting and there's 08 for a while, let's roll, pure Peso Pluma, f*ck it buddy