Bye!

You already heard me there
Mitotes must be left over
I don't mind

I like to work
And if the order is to kill
That is not questioned

I have to pray to the devil
And I bring the Toner back
It's my shadow

And to those who misbehave
There is no joke here
I throw them into the pit

I bring pure ex-military
And I command a gentillal through my area

And without so much fantasy
I depend on the Guzmáns
Affirmative the copy

Rifles of those that you can't even imagine
I have them here at hand

I have seen the skinny one up close
And it still hasn't occupied me
Well, I continue operating

Bye!
So that they know, cousin
Pure Double P
Just like that, cousin

A handmade shield
A tobacco for relaxation and a wash
Military footwear
Two guns and a SCAR
I visit those tied up

A Thursday in Culiacán
How can I forget that we fought?
The motto was to save
A son of the general
Two hundred whoever was in command

A medicinal touch
To go out on patrol well armed
Two Cheyennes I bring back
They come listening to rap
The plebes are well off

I have stripes all over my body
Also some other bullets

But I feel like new
I will keep on giving chingazos
Here I am still in charge