White A4 V6

[Intro] A4 blacked out—chrome skulls, red eyes. Ain’t no song—this a fuckin’ warning. [Chorus] White A4 V6, black tint, no plates—death ride motion. Windows down, barrel out—make the sky taste corrosion. Silence on the Glock like a prayer for the weak, Every step I take sound like war on the street. No talk, no chat, no peace, just beef— I’m the shadow that bleeds when your heart tries to sleep. Push start death—zero to kill in three, Ain’t a soul left alive that can ride with me. [Verse 1] I don’t slide—I invade. Every city I touch get grazed. You talk tough online, but fold in person— I turn big mouths into graves. I don’t aim for the body—I aim for the past. Every op I bury still twitch in the ash. I ain’t gotta pull rank—my face do the math, When I show up, time stops, then it cracks. White paint look clean till the blood dry brown, I don’t need to reload—I just tear shit down. Heard you a wolf? I’m the plague in the town, Got your clique lookin’ shook when I circle around. [Chorus] White A4 V6, black tint, no plates—death ride motion. Windows down, barrel out—make the sky taste corrosion. Silence on the Glock like a prayer for the weak, Every step I take sound like war on the street. No talk, no chat, no peace, just beef— I’m the shadow that bleeds when your heart tries to sleep. Push start death—zero to kill in three, Ain’t a soul left alive that can ride with me. [Verse 2] I don’t flex—I feast. Treat your top five like meat. I don’t dance in the pit—I drag chains through the heat. I don’t sip no lean—I drink gasoline with my teeth. Ain’t no rival—just roadkill. Told my demons “drive,” now we both chill. This ain’t rap—it’s a kill bill, And my trigger got more art than a film reel. Tuck your threats—I bend gods. I don’t duck smoke—I send mobs. I don’t spare lives—I write laws, I don’t walk light—I break jaws. [Verse 3] I pull up quiet—music off, no light, Step out in the shadows like a glitch in the night. Body count riddles and the case stay tight, My barrel talk louder than your whole mic hype. Blood on my seat, still leather, still clean, Death in my lap like a passenger queen. My name don’t ring—it detonate scenes, Turn a block to a screen full of red-tinted dreams. No mercy menu, no rerun death, I don’t double back—I erase with steps. One shot clear, no backspace text, I don’t need a reply—just a chalk-line left. [Verse 4] I don’t blink in the face of a threat, I just tighten my gloves and extend the debt. This whip ain’t a car—it’s a hearse with intent, And the trunk got stories the dirt won’t forget. I pray with my fists, amen with a slug, Karma on pause when you covered in mud. I ain’t in your league—I’m a warhead thug, If peace is a table, I flip that, blood. I made allies out of shadows and blades, Turned pain to a map, every scar got paid. So if you see that A4 slide with rage, You got five to repent or sleep where you lay. [Outro] White A4, sittin’ still but hummin’ hate, Smoke risin’ from the hood like it’s beggin’ for fate. Shells on the floor, no brass band—just brass death, Tires scar the pavement like a final breath. City quiet now. No sirens. No pulse. Just the whisper of the pipes, still warm, still cruel. Mirror cracked—my reflection don’t flinch, Ain’t no future in the rearview, just blood and a wrench. Odometer stuck on sin, mileage paid in sins, Ain’t no destination—just more dead ends. This whip know secrets it won’t repeat, Leather got stories that sleep beneath. She ride with me—this car, this curse, Together we’ve put more saints in the dirt than a hearse. Tell God I ain’t comin’. Tell death I ain’t runnin’. Tell peace it missed the shot— I’m still hummin’.