Cheyenne Con Campers

A Cheyenne with a camper stopped
Next to some armored vehicles carrying barrets
They brought boxes full of bullets
Pure single-shot rifles
They were .50 caliber shots
With 7 hits they flip a trailer
The joke was to fix a dangerous
And big problem that was on the street

Red lights turned to green
Radios sounded
The guys were activated
That boss contacted his people
Everyone reported to him hot
The rockets heated up
They were preparing all the cars
Pistols, horns, machine guns
With grenade launchers and hand grenades

Whoever wants to dress in black
Some wear caps and some hats
Sporty and light sneakers
Whether with boots or leather sandals
To fight, they don't lower their gaze
They handle any type of weapon
Here, no one wears balaclavas
As if they were rats
To cover their faces

The lookouts were located
All the pointers were doing their job
They are the ones who are watching
In cars and motorcycles and even walking
They are the most important pieces
Of the puzzle of this cartel
They keep their distance very discreetly
They know about time
Back and forth

One driver and four make a team
I want you to coordinate the groups of 5
Calm and active co-pilots
Alert and shoot only at the target
Attack when you hear my order
I don't want mistakes, don't get it wrong
Don't give the enemy confidence
Back to back
Without casualties or mistakes

A Cheyenne with a camper stopped
Next to some armored vehicles carrying barrets
Several men unload bullets
Armored vehicles flew, everything was striking
The enemy counterattacked
But the boss counter-counterattacked
I am a person from Mayo Zambada
The problem ends
With bazookas and rockets