1 Vs 1 (feat. Alex Torres)

More than just a dick, I can do it
Honestly, don’t be stubborn
We’re the ones in charge, four letters at Nemesio's command
Armored monsters roll down the highway
All with the patches from Sequera's crew

They’re all about the World Cup, come on, let me show you what's up
Military gear can take a hit, it can handle a round
With letters in Scares, Mortal Kombat style
From the secret service, ready for whatever comes

Founded by the cartel back in 2009
And everything for Jalisco, it doesn’t move without rain
With many bursts from the machine
A thousand bullets a minute, so you better take note

They got killed

Dumbasses armored up with high-end gear
With guns loaded with .40s and grenade launchers
Clear the sides with .50 cal rounds
Many have been hit, and I assure you, they don’t survive

C What do you mean no? I’m gonna make it
And everything I wanted, we’ve got it all now
J Even the bosses are pulling for the crew
And the four letters are visible on their clothes
N They carry the kids in Cheyennes
They even arrive by boat, freighted up
G With grenades and RPGs
And I got what I wanted, so I’m not playing dumb

Like Spaniards, we’re conquering everything in sight
If you don’t believe me, ask over in Micho-Afghanistan
Dodging intelligence, bullets sent by Satan
And the ammo from the Sierra just keeps coming
The deltas on the move with red lasers
Bullets soaked in their own blood on the ground
The devil's elite come out like Lucifer
Iron machines, man, not like they’re Nerf

High-end weaponry
From here, 'cause we don’t struggle with that
All with Scares, if they die, they die on the line
My armed groups partying, they never fail me
And my enemies just see me and stay quiet

Let’s go, keep pushing forward
I’m the respected Michoacano from the base
I’m number one, you’ve seen how it’s done
I’m the one who made the whole damn cartel rich

Coming down from the hills in pure steel monsters
With fifty missiles in the iron RPG
Today they forgot how short they fell
When three or four dumbasses from the government shot at them

Pure four letters, we’ve taken over
From various [?], we’re going for the ones left
Well-rolled up, they’re all hitmen
They have breakfast, lunch, and dinner with the enemies
My armed groups, more than ready
They meet warriors who face off with Satan
Elite group on alert, the deltas in the city
And the gardener, they love to pull the trigger

Special forces and security
And the three with his team went out like a rooster to lead
Four and the fifty with the Scars style
Conquering daily all of Michoacán
Mercenary talent, cartel rifle via Jalisco
The snake brownies, little horns also from disco
You look with infrared, they seem like Call Of Duty
Handmade monsters from the Seven, the Super Duty

They come pixelated, look like Ukrainian forces
The good ones are relentless, but we’re from the mafia
You see me in three towers, taking a breather
Chatting [?] those days all the time

I’m one, I’m the good one, and a leader, that’s a fact
My roosters tuned up, no second thoughts about putting it on the line
Infinite weaponry keeps coming in
The beast is sharp, so what more can I tell you?