Sometimes with helmets, they look at us pixelated
We cross the paintings for the gabacho
It’s not strange, the fifty-something is embedded
The saints take care of me, they give me protection
The guys activate in “War Mode”
They wonder how many of us there are
Many ask where we are
“Why is everyone walking around in camouflage?”
The hawks by the tent, balaclavas hide the faces of terror
Ex-military always come out on top
Direct line to cross the dope
Several planes land in the hills
Various flavors, they look like telescopes
What we send is never detected anymore
Fancys arrive at Lou Lou
I uncork Dom Perignon
(Hey)
Tito Double P, buddy Adriel (What’s up?)
The Juanchito, yeah!
Oh, mama
Under Armour boots
From head to toe, they’re well plotted
For chilling out, they hit a bong
Trucks, thugs
Through trails, ravines, they bring a big team
Descending from the sky like a hawk
Government bought
As soon as they see us, everyone steps aside
They know my blonde is waiting for me
One hit and I arrive in color
Washed in strawberry and also chocolate
I’ve been going four days and the high hasn’t hit
Direct line to cross the dope
Several planes land in the hills
Various flavors, they look like telescopes
What we send is never detected anymore
(Fa-fa) Fancys arrive at Lou Lou
I uncork Dom Perignon
Direct line to cross the dope
Several planes land in the hills
Various flavors, they look like telescopes
What we send is never detected anymore