Kamikaze (part. Victor Mendivil)

It's Wicked Outside
Long horns are carried by the guys
Caravans spreading terror
And I'm smoking a joint
Inside the truck, a cloud of smoke

Long horns are carried by the guys
Caravans spreading terror
And I'm smoking a joint
Inside the truck, a cloud of smoke
Long horns that the guys carry
Caravans spreading terror
And I'm smoking a joint
Inside the truck, a cloud of smoke

Helmets, hoods, camo gear
Pure Kamikaze, military school
Pulling grasshoppers in the morgue and ambulance
Caravans crashing, blasting the band
What's up? More grasshoppers for the grave
Watch out for the tricks, like the Mafia
Escape to San Pedro to make the noise
Two washed balls and the Superona shines

Long horns, here’s ammo like a bastard
I love the war and pure young blood
The position I got, I earned it with gunfire
More than a hundred decked out in front of my crew

I roll like a Taliban, well mounted in a Can-Am
You’ll see me looking flashy, I don’t care what they say
Diamonds shine on me, they wanna take me down, they can’t
I carry military gear and a big ol' line to snort
Grasshopper I run into, grasshopper goes to the hole
If shit hits the fan, my backup’s right there
Dude, better drop that act
And I laugh at them when I’m with their girl
What’s up, fuck it? With the horn loaded
Cruising in a TRX, four cars behind me
The homies that watch me, raised in the hood
And on the jet to La Navaja when the ranch heats up
And I’m fighting for the cause of the higher-ups
Firm and in the circle, the people of the calendar
Stay sharp if you’re making your moves
'Cause they’ll take you out and the assault rifles will blast

Tell me, Montana
Tell these bastards the movie’s still the same
What’s changed are the actors
And raise the flag with the saints (long horns are carried by the guys)
Uh (caravans spreading terror)
And pure Tumbados Corridos (and I’m smoking a joint)
with the saints (ah), hey (inside the truck, a cloud of smoke)

A capella (A capella), just let it drop
If you see me in a Hellcat or a Porsche GT3
Weissach, 'cause I carry for that and more
And a couple of armored ones, but I keep those behind
Captains with general ranks
And in my pocket, the Uzi just in case plans go south
Encrypted phone and a couple of signals
Rifles, long, short, the guys already know the drill
Listening to the radio, rings secured
Running into civilians with the guard and soldiers
Shining in the tough times, lifting and shooting
The government wants me, but they haven’t gotten me yet

Long horns, ammo and supplies like a bastard
I love the war and pure young blood
The position I got, I earned it with a hit
More than a hundred decked out in front of my crew

And how the hell do they see me jump in hot?
I come out masked in the C5 videos
What’s up? Now it’s Maserati, before it was Honda
Unlimited ammo like in Warzone, I fight several rounds
Tactical forces from someone who’s well-known
And just so you know, Sonora’s under control
Pure history from years, read in the library
The warriors in charge have full Aztec blood
Well, hell yeah, my dad, I got a whole crew
With the bandoliers well slung like Pancho Villa
Get the hell out, I got a badass setup
Pure Russian rifles, all new gear
And those long horns, that the whole crew carries
Washed balls and weed from the recipe
They move in Cheyennes with the company logo
With Joker masks or skull hoods

Long horns are carried by the guys
Caravans spreading terror
And I'm smoking a joint
Inside the truck, a cloud of smoke
Long horns are carried by the guys
Caravans spreading terror
And I'm smoking a joint
Inside the truck, a cloud of smoke

And well jalapeño, my old man
Wuh-uh
Ah
Hey
Ah, ah, ah, ah