GAVILÁN II (part. Peso Pluma)

Bye!

They must have heard me around
There must be plenty of rumors
I don't care

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

I will pray to the devil
And I bring Toner behind me
He's my shadow

And those who misbehave
There's no room for talk here
I throw them in the pit

I bring only ex-military
And I command a group of gentlemen in my area

And without much boasting
I depend on the Guzmán
Affirmative copy

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

I've seen Death up close
And it hasn't taken me yet
So I keep operating

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

An artisanal armor
A cigar for relaxation and a military boot wash
Two pistols and a SCAR
I visit the tied up

A Thursday in Culiacán
How could I forget that we fought
The mission was to save
A general's son
Two hundred was the one in charge

A medicinal touch
To go out on patrol well armed
I bring two Cheyennes behind
They're listening to rap
The guys are well covered

I have scars all over my body
Also a bullet or two

But I feel like new
I'll keep throwing punches
Here I am still in charge