El Quintero

Four letters on my chest
This is what I'm good at
My hitmen keep moving forward
Not afraid of death
They all wear vests

Just pretend you're looking at the devil
From the patrol, I unload the SCAR
I have no feelings for those fucking thieves
I grab them and slice them up
Don't ask me for mercy
I haven't thought like a normal person in a while

I’ll take care of it if you start crying while tied up
Nothing's the same (Quintero)
I don't give a shit
Dead people in my fucking head
I don't lose sleep over it
You get used to the bullshit

I don't think twice
I chop off their heads
Those are the orders from the old man
The man who deserves respect

If my bullets have a target, they'll hit you
Santiago with the Barrett
Swept the whole house
If you don't stop, they'll catch you
Get the hell out
If it’s not the easy way, it’ll be the hard way

Above the operation
My people don't flinch when sparks fly
We're from the cartel
Why are you getting close?
Aren't you seeing the fucking initials?
Well, you’re not seeing, dude
These guys don’t respect the law
I’ve earned my respect
With my fists, man
My respect, man
There in the trails, Lucifer shows up

Four letters on my chest
I carry them here
I'm in the patrol and ready to throw down
In narco style
With El Mando Mono
I follow the orders
We don’t give a shit here
It doesn’t matter if they’re rivals or the cops

Let me tell you about my childhood
Like many, without money, it wasn’t enough
I felt the hunger, but the crew pulled me in
Had to tie my pants, left home

I’m a criminal
Always carrying my piece
I’m not afraid of even death
But my people respect me
I’m well-armed
Watching over the boss

Pass me the machete
I’ll chop them into bits
Separating bones little by little
The guy’s kicking
He’s crying, kid
With a couple of hits, I shut him up
If I’ve got the arsenal
I’m gonna shoot them up (Quintero)
I’ll blow them away with my fists

This is my fucking job
And it always ends in a fight
My hitmen with the Barrett, they sweep you
In Michoacán, we fuck them up
For bullets, there’s chaos
In case it’s too late later

I was born for war, fighting in the narco
Four are the letters I carry
I felt the hunger and it hit hard
And today I feel nothing for those I slice up
Above the armored vehicle
I’m burning monsters
They used to scare me
Now I take them on with us

Four letters on my chest
This is what I'm good at
My hitmen keep moving forward
Not afraid of death
They all wear vests

Just pretend you're looking at the devil
From the patrol, I unload the SCAR
I have no feelings for those fucking thieves
I grab them and slice them up
Don't ask me for mercy
I haven't thought like a normal person in a while
I’ll take care of it if you start crying while tied up
Nothing's the same

And a shoutout to El Chucky
Who’s going crazy
To El More from Ocotlán
To El Chinito from Villas
To El Silva
To El Mando Mono
All his people who are ready to throw down