[Verse 1: Kristopher Nava & Gerardo Ortiz]
Like a flock
The planes looked
And between the fuselage
The Colombian was traveling
They transported it that way
The radar did not detect it
They put it with the whites
And the greens came to them
Very smart
Good to close deals
Russians, Orientals, Colombians and Italians Strong exponent in the market
That's why he was a high command
His name was Amado Carillo
Legend in contraband
In his mind was a very bright idea
Put the coca in the commercial airplanes
And his airline was opening
And results were already looking
Kilo by kilo was entering
It were many tons
[Interlude: Gerardo Ortiz & Kristopher Nava]
And get it right my T3R Elemento, that's it!
That's how it is, bro Gera, and gang gang foo
[Verse 2: Gerardo Ortiz & Kristopher Nava]
And from Pablo Emilio, the man won the respect
What he produced was moved with the wind
It was direct and non-stop
In five days the dope entered
With that he built an empire
And his millionaire fortune
King of white gold
One of many nicknames
He controlled the market
And he did it his way
Discretion made it great
And arranged with the generals
Two hundred million green
And those were weekly
Questions arise in relation to his death
What if he died or if he is a living legend
The ship 727, that crossed the continents
Maybe it is still in the skies
The doubt remains for you
[Outro: Sergio Cárdenas]
And that's all bro Gera, straight forward!