Intro (spoken over Latin beat)
“305 meets the 661 — Nightwerks in the buildin’, baby!”
Sub low, lights glow…
It don’t gotta shout to make you stare.
Silent. Flex. Dale.
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Verse 1
Pull up quiet, body coated in pearl,
Raptor drip, that midnight swirl.
Five-lug game from Corolla bones,
Big Enkei wheels, sittin’ flush like thrones.
Roof rack clean, bikes on the back,
But we party in the street when them LEDs snap.
Tail lights slice like a DJ set,
And the paint don’t scratch — that’s a certified bet.
Hook (club chant-style)
Silent flex, ooh, move like a ghost —
Still light up the block coast to coast.
Silent flex, ay, bass hit tight —
But outside, baby, we keep it light.
LEDs low, whip ride low,
Enkei wheels and a sub that GO.
Silent flex, now welcome to the set —
We shine in the dark, but stay cool with the threat.
Verse 2
CTs thump with that full back end,
Pioneer glow and a vibe that bends.
Carrizzo glass with the see-through flash,
And Dynamat down so the boom don’t crash.
Interior red, club mood inside,
But the ride stay smooth, just glide and slide.
Pull up slow, don’t say a word,
Just hit that bass — let the neighbors learn.
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Hook (repeat)
Silent flex, ooh, move like a ghost —
Still light up the block coast to coast.
Silent flex, ay, bass hit tight —
But outside, baby, we keep it light.
LEDs low, whip ride low,
Enkei wheels and a sub that GO.
Silent flex, now welcome to the set —
Built for the street but born to finesse.
Bridge (spoken – Miami vibe)
“You got bass? We got science.”
“You got flash? We got silence.”
Custom everything — from the frame to the vibe.
Nightwerks built it — now watch it glide.
Final Hook (anthem-style)
Silent flex, ooh, we ride in clean,
Rims so bright they eclipse the scene.
Silent flex, ay, bumpin’ in the heat,
No noise needed when you own the street.
Built to stun, custom from the core,
We ain’t loud — we just leave you floored.
Silent flex… but don’t get it twisted —
We the loudest thing you never witnessed.
nightwerks
