Comando Suicida Del Mayo
Los Buchones De Culiacan
Mayo's Suicide Commando
People are seen passing by all with vests,
In armored trucks,
Some carry goat horns,
Squads and r-s with grenade launchers,
To tour the opposite,
It's Mayo's team,
The new generation,
It's the elite of the hitmen.
Pure soldiers and heavy equipment,
To protect Mayo,
Here nobody betrays him,
Everyone takes care of the famous rancher,
The plaza moves forward,
And the boss keeps giving orders,
Sinaloa is already in Tijuana,
We keep pushing forward.
Macho Prieto, M-1, Pancho, Chino Antrax,
They are prepared,
And in Mexicali up to the 6,
Controlling the terrain that is already private,
In case someone gets tough,
We chop them up right away,
Here we blow heads,
Be it government or opponents.
For enemies and opponents,
I'm warning that we don't fail here,
We are suicide teams,
We risk our lives and shed blood,
They say we are bloodthirsty,
For how the job is done,
Just because with the enemies,
We leave them headless.
Even if you're in Sinaloa,
And working hard,
Don't think you're safe,
Here if you're not from the clique,
The people jump you and the kid chops you up,
Macho Prieto is at 100,
The ondeado is no exception,
Compa Pancho doesn't back down,
The Antrax are very alert.
