La Navaja (part. Victor Mendivil)

It's WICKED OUTSIDE
Ay

Let’s see if you can handle it, let’s see if you can roll
I don’t give a damn about the flag I fly, they know it’s Salazar
And nothing goes down, just the hustle that lifts me, that comes from the blade
In the BMW to throw a wild party
They’ll know how we do it, I’m down for a club
Right by the beach
If we’re working with the homies, hell yeah, in the game

Russian rifles that know how to take the heat
And some damn Berettas we carry in our pants
In the selections, like no way, and yes, sir
And fuck whoever said no
Well, we’re a bunch to make a mess

Since I was a kid, I’ve loved money like crazy
And I’m heading to Nevada
Where the whole crew rocks red soles
And in Moschino, I mix it up hot
Sipping the most expensive cognac and wine

No point in telling you, no-no-no, no point in telling you
(No point in telling you, no-no-no, no point in telling you)

Stacks of cash that I fill when the week rolls in
Always on the street popping off like Tony Montana
Rolling with a joint and my weed
So the fucker knows, we’re rolling with the mafia

I’m rolling with fifty and turrets through the gap
I come masked in videos, cutting heads
Pull out the Cali-Cali so they see how it moves
I lift and torture the bastard who plays me

[Bridge: Victor Mendivil]
With my arrows all fired up, ready for a showdown
With weapons in the nails of boards to make a damn mess
With L I’m always high, well loaded
And you’ve seen me well dressed like a soldier

At the command of the youngest, the convoy rolls in Sonora
When they come, I’m already gone, when they arrive, I’m not there
And the vibe is rough, that’s why I’m well guarded
I got batteries, my GOET, because the Devil never sleeps

It’s better not to look for trouble because a lightning will find you
You’ll be lifted and hit with bursts of gunfire
In Sonora, I’m in charge and my people know it well
Pure Salazar, the business just gets bigger

Back in New York is my cradle and my home
Come at me straight, don’t send me threats
They call me Boss, my father passed it down to me

To take my throne, that’s gonna be tough
I’m a man of action, I don’t tolerate betrayal
And those who tried it end up in a coffin
(End up in a coffin, end up in a coffin)

Let’s see if you can handle it, let’s see if you can roll
I don’t give a damn about the flag I fly, they know it’s Salazar
And nothing goes down, just the hustle that lifts me, that comes from the blade
In the BMW to throw a wild party
They’ll know how we do it, I’m down for a club
Right by the beach
If we’re working with the homies, hell yeah, in the game