El Gordo Trae El Mando

And all along the boulevard
With my buddy Flaco rolling up
Some huaraches, my cap to the side
Through Zapata, the Fat One brings the command
Throwing lines with Manny and El Caña
Ready for the connected disorder

And my checkpoint in Acapulco
And if there's trouble, I bury them
We're not here to mess around
I come out on top in a fight
And a Glock by my side
Always ready for a scare

And let the bales keep coming
Your buddy Chinito
Just high-class

And my buddy Mario who never leaves me
Some banquets, sometimes drinking
And my buddy Power and also Mau
They back me up, they've never let me down
And my buddy Sapo, if there's trouble, he jumps in
Ready to throw punches

And here envy that doesn't exist
And why tell you if it's not funny
I'm the Fat One, so you know
And on a motorcycle I'll be there in 15

And this goes all the way to Acapulco
Pure street mafia