De Sinaloa Para El Mundo
Calibre 50
From Sinaloa to the World
I move weed
I'm a trafficker
The government is after me
They want to catch me
The scumbags and the skulls
The grenades, horns, and bulletproof vests
Protect the plaza
Everyone ready for war.
I'm the boss and there's no one above me
I bring the command that protects the plaza
I take care of whatever gets in the way
People ready for whatever comes
Orders come from the mountains.
From Sinaloa to the world
The exports are leaving
From Colombia, the boats are coming.
They've come out
Some rats
They want my spot
By any means necessary
With a horn
And with 15 thousand hands
Not even in my truck do I respect the devil
I never surrender
And here I go all out.
From Sinaloa to the world
The exports are leaving
From Colombia, the boats are coming.
I'm not known by name
I don't have nicknames, I'm cautious
If you want to know who's talking
You might find out if you dig
Start getting ideas.
From Sinaloa to the world
The exports are leaving
From Colombia, the boats are coming.
