Legend

Kontajes made it, Kontajes made it, Kontajes made it

I'm that Wicked West legend

That's the motherfuckin' sound

Motherfuckin' sound

I'm that Wicked West legend

Paint drippin' like candy

Engine hummin' low

That torque twistin' like brandy

Leather smellin' clean

But the game still nasty

Got that .45 tucked

Attitude stay flashy

Crawlin' through the abs

Slow creepin' on spokes

Diamonds in the grill

While I'm laughin' at them hoes

Hustlin' my bloodline

Deep like them oaks

Hold click, eatin' good

Ain't no regular folk

From the trap to the slab

I maneuver with pride

Got them jealous motherfuckers

Starin' hard from the side

See the paint flippin' colors

When the sunlight slide

I'm that real deal Wicked West boy

Ain't shit to hide

Keep the chrome so polished

You can see your reflection

Got them laws lookin' twice

Can't find no connection

I done paid all my dues

Now I flex my perfection

From the gutter to the stars

Bitch, that's direction

My lowrider crawlin

Chrome steady shinin

Bass hittin

Heavy trunk beatin

Ain't hidin

Whole block vibin

Them tires steady slidin

Hood bitch ridin

Shotgun money multiply

My lowrider crawlin

Chrome steady shinin

Bass hittin

Heavy trunk beatin

Ain't hidin

Whole block vibin

Them tires steady slidin

Hood bitch ridin

Shotgun money multiply

Get the switch front

Little backdrop

Now we leadin

Sun hittin

That lacquer, it gleamin

I mean it

Got the strap in the stash

And my eyes still steamin

Real G's move quiet

The broke boys dreamin

Creepin' through the corner

Where they post it all day

OG's not a respect

When they hear what I say

I came up off the hustle

Off them grams and they yay

Now I'm sittin' on gold

Blowin' smoke in the bay

Yeah, them haters still barkin

I don't hear no noise

They be actin' like killers

But they really just coins

I been grindin' since the days

Of them broke-down toys

Nice custom-built rides

And designer poise

Ain't no cappin

Just facts

I been certified

Trio-keppin' gangster

No gimmick

No record deal

All the money I made

Came from concrete skills

Still pullin' any out

For the ones who got killed

Oh

My lowrider crawlin

Car standin

Shinin

Bass hittin

Heavy trunk beatin

Ain't hidin

Whole block vibin

Them tires steady slidin

Hood bitch ridin

Shotgun money multiply

My lowrider crawlin

Car standin

Shinin

Bass hittin

Heavy trunk beatin

Ain't hidin

Whole block vibin

Them tires steady slidin

Hood bitch ridin

Shotgun money multiply

That glow hittin' hard

On that candy red

Hydraulics lift it back

I let it dip instead

Every move that I make

Got the hood well fed

Ain't no love for the fake

That's what the streets say

I'm a real ride-roller

Them tires talk slow

Sippin' drink on the curb

Counter racks by the globe

Everything that I own

Came from grindin' below

Now it's penthouse visions

With the seats laid low

See them plates say boss

And the tags say mine

Ain't no cosign deal

Just respect and grind

Got my dogs in the cut

Every move we align

Put the hood on my back

That's the motherfuckin' sign

Still bangin' K-tapes

When I cruise at night

Old soul in the whip

With them LEDs bright

Candy drippin' off the frame

Paint wet and tight

It's that slow wicked west motion

Everything just right