Kamikaze (part. Victor Mendivil)

It's Rough Out Here
Long guns are what the crew's carrying
Caravans spreading fear
And I'm puffing on a joint
Inside the truck, it's getting smoky

Long guns are what the crew's carrying
Caravans spreading fear
And I'm puffing on a joint
Inside the truck, it's getting smoky
Long guns that the crew's carrying
Caravans spreading fear
And I'm puffing on a joint
Inside the truck, it's getting smoky

Helmets, hoodies, camo gear
Straight Kamikaze, military school here
Sending out bugs in the morgue and ambulances
Caravans loaded, cranking up the band
What's up? More bugs heading for the grave
Watch out for the tricks, like La Cosa Nostra play
Fleeing to San Pedro where the cops can’t catch me
Two cleaned-up guns and the Superona’s bright

Long guns, we've got ammo like crazy
I love war with all the tough guys set
The position I got, I earned with my gun
More than a hundred guys in front of my squad

Rolling like a Taliban, well strung out in a Can-Am
They'll see me looking slick, don’t care what they think
Diamonds shine on me, they wanna bring me down, they can't
Carrying military gear and a small bag to inhale
Bugs I see, they go to the hole
If shit hits the fan, support's on the way
Dude, you better shut that shit down
And I laugh at them when I'm with their girl in bed
What's up, fuck it? With the loaded gun
Cruising in the TRX with four cars behind
The homies looking out for me, raised in the roughest hoods
And on the jet to La Navaja when things heat up
Fighting the cause of the higher-ups
Solid and ready, the people's on the calendar
Stay sharp if you're out causing trouble
Cause they’ll take you out and the rifles start blasting

Tell me, Montana
Tell these fools that the script's still the same
What’s changed are the stars of the show
And raise the flag with the saints, uh
And only the Tumbados Corridos with the saints (ah)
Yo

A cappella (A cappella), I just let it drop
If you see me in a Hellcat or a Porsche GT3
Weissach, 'cause I’m strapped for that and more
And maybe a couple of armored rides, but I keep those behind
Captains with general stripes
And an Uzi in my pocket just in case plans go south
Encrypted phone and a couple of dead signals
Rifles, long and short, the crew knows the drill
Listening to the radio, rings secured
Getting off with civilians, the guards and soldiers
Rolling tough, locking up and shooting
The government wants me but hasn’t succeeded

Long guns, ammo and crazy clips
I love war and all the tough guys around
The spot that I’ve got, I earned from harsh fights
More than a hundred boys in front of my squad

And how the hell do they see me jump in hot?
I show up masked in C5 videos
What's up? Now it's a Maserati, before it was a Honda
Unlimited ammo like in Warzone, I can fight several rounds
Tactical forces, someone very known over there
And just so you know, I've got Sonora on lock
Pure history from years, read in the library
The warriors who command have full Aztec blood
Well hell yeah, my dad, I've got a whole crew
With their ammo belts swinging like Pancho Villa
Get lost, fuck it, I hold a serious post
Pure Russian rifles, all the latest gear
And with long guns, the whole crew's loaded
Loaded bombs and top-shelf weed
Rolling in Cheyennes with the marked company
With Joker masks or skull hoodies

Long guns are what the crew's carrying
Caravans spreading fear
And I'm puffing on a joint
Inside the truck, it's getting smoky
Long guns are what the crew's carrying
Caravans spreading fear
And I'm puffing on a joint
Inside the truck, it's getting smoky

And all spicy, my old man
Wuh-uh
Ah
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Ah, ah, ah, ah