[Intro] Black drop-top moving fast... Chop shop district... All units close in. Makin’Salad. No jokes tonight. Block hot. Sky watching. [Hook] Pop pop, drop top Blue lights hot by the chop shop Click clack, no chat Whole block gone pitch black Block hot, move fast Rain on chrome, smoke on glass Pop pop, drop top Ghost ride out when the beat drops [Verse 1] Slide through the rain with the lights off low Black coat wet and the bass down slow Whole street quiet when the engine growls Helicopter circles like it knows my vows No clean hands in a dirty town Everybody smiles till the door gets kicked down Money talks, but the night talks louder Smoke in the lungs and the sky turns powder I don’t flex, I don’t beg, I don’t fold Got a cold little heart in a world gone old Sideways swerve past the corner store Leave tire marks where they prayed before [Pre-Chorus] Red light. Blue light. Rain turns black. One wrong move and we don’t come back. Street got teeth and the teeth stay sharp. Pray real quiet when the dogs start barking. [Hook] Pop pop, drop top Blue lights hot by the chop shop Click clack, no chat Whole block gone pitch black Block hot, move fast Rain on chrome, smoke on glass Pop pop, drop top Ghost ride out when the beat drops [Verse 2] Shot clock dead, no time on the wall One more run, one more call Cold steel sound when the bassline cracks Bad luck riding in the trunk out back Sirens cut through the midnight fog Frog eyes sharp like a hunting dog No cape, no crown, no mercy song Just a cracked road telling me move along Part-time sinner with a full-time scar Lowrider crawling like a black jaguar Hands stay steady when the street gets loud Whole crew gone when the smoke hits ground They want names, I give silence They want peace, I bring mileage They want fear, I don’t show it Heart gone numb but the tires know it [Break] Ain’t no hero in this story. Just engines. Sirens. And bad choices moving fast. [Drop] Pop. Pop. Drop. Top. Click. Clack. Black. Block. [Final Hook] Pop pop, drop top Blue lights hot by the chop shop Click clack, no chat Whole block gone pitch black Block hot, move fast Rain on chrome, smoke on glass Pop pop, drop top Ghost ride out when the beat drops Pop pop, drop top No way back from the chop shop Click clack, low breath Every street smell like debt Block hot, stay gone Cold black ride till the red light dawn Pop pop, drop top Makin’Salad never gets stopped [Outro] Suspect lost... Only tire smoke remains... [Male Voice - Whisper] No witnesses. No chorus left. Just rain.
