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Kontajes made it, it's hot there Kontajes made it
We hardly chop it but we love to screw it Slow it down like we gone off that fluid
Silent stripes from the front to the back In a Hellcat or a Cadillac, that's facts
It really don't matter, don't trip, I'm cool Blow smoke through the roof like I bend the rules
Give em hell, never cut em no slack White on black, my whip don't lack
Got the old school class, chrome make gleams Floating down the ave like I'm riding a dream
Glovey box where the glocks stay tucked Try something dumb, you gone run out of luck
Sometime got on the Rolex wristwatch If you listen close you can hear the tick tock
Time run short for them haters who front Might pop the trunk, get it crack and blunt
Player made, never fold, never stop I'm the block, I'm the wave, I'm the top of the top
Grind through the night like I live in the booth I don't talk too much, I just ride with truth
Game cold, streets colder, heat stay close I ain't flexing lil homie, I just do the most
If it's hot then Kontajes made it
We hardly chop it but we love to screw it Slow it down like we gone off that fluid
Slide clean, yeah the paint so wet Floating down the block like I own this set
We hardly chop it but we love to screw it Slow it down like we gone off that fluid
Slide clean, yeah the paint so wet Floating down the block like I own this set
Cruising slow with that candy drip Hit a switch, let the back end dip
White seats, black tint Gold on the grip
Every eye locked when I swing that strip I ain't tryna talk, I'm just burning these miles
Grill in the front with the killer smile Hood down low with a trunk that bang
Got subs so loud, make the church bells sang I'm a G in the night, silhouette on chrome
Turn corners in the city like I built this zone
Gas in the tank, in the stack, in the safe Ain't no fear when the devil's in your face
I keep the heater in reach just to blink away Never trust no fool in this game we play
Hustle tight, never lose, never slack on mine I'm a king in the cut, let the stars align
When the tides burn slow and the smoke stay thick I'm the nightmare creeping on some old school shit
We hardly chop it but we love to screw it Slow it down like we gone off that fluid
Slide clean, yeah the paint so wet Floating down the block like I own this set
We hardly chop it but we love to screw it Slow it down like we gone off that fluid
Slide clean, yeah the paint so wet Floating down the block like I own this set
Midnight slide, yeah I'm riding with the pack Black hoodie, gold chain, still sitting on lap
Windows down, feel the wind on the fade I'm the storm they whispered in the alleyway shade
Grew up rough, ain't nothing too new Seen real ones fall over, shit they do
But me, I'm built on a different code Street talk, hard steel, never bend, never fold
I got weight on my name, they respect that grind Had a vision in my head, now I'm taking what's mine
From the curb to the sky, got it mapped like math Never let a sucker step on my path
Hard work, long nights, blood in the game OGs whisper when they hear my name
I'm the echo in the alley, the spark in the smoke The one they call real, not a rumor or a joke
If it's up then it's stuck, no fake, no switch I'm the glitch in the matrix, the block risked it
We hardly drop it but we love to screw it Slow it down like we khon off that fluid
Slide clean, yeah the paint so wet Floating down the block like I own this set
We hardly drop it but we love to screw it Slow it down like we khon off that fluid
Slide clean, yeah the paint so wet Floating down the block like I own this set
We hardly drop it but we love to screw it