Cold street…
No VHT…
One run, no excuses.
LSSH.
No prep, cold road, faith in the build,
Flashlight drop, yeah the world stand still,
If it hook, we gone, if it spin, stay real,
Street Huligans live for the thrill.
One pass, one lane, no second try,
Heart beat loud when the boost hit high,
By the time they blink, we outta sight,
LSSH—own the night.
Street taped off where the city forget,
No crowd noise, just the engine threat,
Tires whisper prayers to the concrete ground,
Every bolt tight when the light go down.
Two-step bark, echo off the walls,
RPM climbing, adrenaline calls,
No safety net, yeah this all on trust,
Built this monster out of blood and rust.
Side-by-side, can’t hear a word,
Helmet nod, yeah the signal blurred,
Flashlight swing, everything freeze,
Then the hit feel violent, snap your knees.
Traction sketchy, steering wheel dance,
White knuckle grip, give it one chance,
Crowd erupt when the taillights fade,
Winner decided in the first few feet laid.
No prep, cold road, faith in the build,
Flashlight drop, yeah the world stand still,
If it hook, we gone, if it spin, stay real,
Street Huligans live for the thrill.
One pass, one lane, no second try,
Heart beat loud when the boost hit high,
By the time they blink, we outta sight,
LSSH—own the night.
No trophy, no timeslip, just respect,
Street code stamped with the risk we accept,
Win or lose, we still pull back deep,
Same crew, same code, same streets.
Sunrise creeping, engines cooling down,
Tire marks crown where we just ran town,
Hands still shaking, smell of fuel thick,
That’s the feeling you don’t forget quick.
From parking lot builds to no-prep fame,
Same hunger burning in every flame,
If it’s street racing, remember the name,
Street Huligans—LSSH gang.
Cold road…
No prep…
Same result.
🏁🔥
XWildWolfyX
