Mano a Mano (part. Victor Mendivil)

Now we're talking, bro (la-la-la-la-la-la)
Pull out the Fercho, the damn high (la-la-la-la-la-la)
For Mendi and the whole crew (la-la-la-la-la-la)
For the CaliCuts (la-la-la-la-la-la)
All Tijuana, man (la-la-la-la-la-la)
What do you think, you crazy thug? (La-la-la-la-la-la)
(It's WICKED OUTSIDE)

Since I was a kid, I’ve always got my piece
Here on my corner, the cops never mess with me
I’ve got the respect of the people
I’ve been making bank for over ten years

I keep hitting hard, just like mezcal
Here in the hood, I’m still acting bad
I’m rolling deep, I look like a criminal
Countless times I’ve dodged the pen

I’ve got a piece on my waist for the haters
The lady on the corner still reports me
I live the good life, crazy life
I’m always at La Santa smoking weed

I’m the first from the crew to jump in
Damn kid, they get scared right away
We’re still causing trouble, you punks
Back in Jalisco, the crews got my back

With my vest, the ride, with Guanajuato
With the assholes, I don’t sign a contract
We throw parties in the street all the time
Nothing changes me, I’m still the same dude

I know the government is looking for us
'Cause I’m wild and packing heat
I live how I like
None of those guys scare me

We’re the ones controlling everything out there (la-la-la)
I’m always with my crew wherever I go (la-la-la)

When the fight breaks out, they always run
When I stop it, they always hide
A ton of bullets just in case
Here in the hood, keeping the order

I learned how to navigate life
Without fear of what happens, rolling with my clan
Good and bad, I’ve seen it all
A few lowlifes we’ve already sent packing

In high school, ambition hit hard
Backpacks with weed, the shit to throw down
The crew asks us: Knife or your phone?
I don’t think you’d prefer death over material things

Fuck it, I go all in
Since when have we worked and thrown down for Joaquín?
What the hell, how come not? How much is too much?
And tell me how much of what I do is a crime

And I’m rolling hard in the convoy
I don’t give a damn how we do it
Things get nice or they get ugly
I don’t care, I don’t give a fuck and I don’t care about the– ([?])

And bye, I’m really gonna try
WhatsApp? I only use Telegram now
Back, I’m making calls over there
USA is calling me, I’m about to narrate

Big Apple, I know it well, Times Square
They know how we do it, a girl to hook up
The hotel, I want Caesars Palace
They know how we do it and I want some armored cars, ay-ay-ay

I’m here in camouflage
With the SD or some hooks for my trip and bye
I’m not throwing too much anymore
I already told them, don’t mess with me for the phone

I, I’m coming at them, hand to hand
And making partners, I’ll blind them like my brother
They know how we do it with that guy too
I’m heated and I’m not catching the vibe
I’m rolling in a Lambo, no more that Honda
(Honda, no more, no more)
I’m rolling in a Lambo, no more that Honda
(Honda, no more, no more)