🎵 “KC Squat” – Rich The Factor Style (’86 Monte SS on 24s)
[Intro – Spoken]
Yeah… you know what it is.
KC to the core — from the Blvd to Vine,
Prospect to the park.
’86 Monte SS, sittin’ tall on them 24s.
No L.S., but the 350 still talk.
Let’s ride…
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[Hook]
Wet paint drippin’, Monte sittin’ low,
Front lift high, rear draggin’ slow.
No L.S., but that 350 fine,
Cam talk heavy when I slide down Vine.
From the Blvd cuttin’ through the line,
Prospect jumpin’, that hustle mine.
On my way to Swope where the real ones be,
’86 Monte SS — that’s the mob in me.
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[Verse 1]
’86 Monte SS, leather on the seats,
Two 12s hittin’, got the trunk on beat.
Candy so wet look like rain just poured,
24s gleamin’, every inch restored.
Hit QuickTrip corner, gas up the ride,
OGs posted where the money reside.
From the North to the South, I done ran them lines,
Paper in the stash, I don’t flash, I grind.
Exhaust talk slick, sound like it skip a beat,
Every stoplight feel like a meet and greet.
Slide down Vine where the culture stay live,
Jazz in the air, but the mob still thrive.
Prospect poppin’, that’s the KC code,
From the park to the trap, every player done rode.
Paint so clean you can see your face,
That ’86 Monte sittin’ right in place.
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[Hook]
Wet paint drippin’, Monte sittin’ low,
Front lift high, rear draggin’ slow.
No L.S., but that 350 fine,
Cam talk heavy when I slide down Vine.
From the Blvd cuttin’ through the line,
Prospect jumpin’, that hustle mine.
On my way to Swope where the real ones be,
’86 Monte SS — that’s the mob in me.
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[Verse 2]
’86 Monte SS, that’s my trophy on chrome,
When I pull through the city, they already know.
KC born, still playin’ these streets,
Got love from the blocks and the jazz concrete.
Hustle never loud, just moves in play,
Same fit, same lane, same game all day.
That 350 rumble when I cruise through town,
Wet paint glowin’ when the sun go down.
Prospect to Swope, it’s a Kansas City run,
We don’t do it for show, we just do it for fun.
Vine Street legends, that’s part of my line,
Still mobbin’ heavy in that SS shine.
Pull up, park slow, let them 24s gleam,
KC squat, movin’ like a dream.
No flex, just facts, I’m built from the grind,
’86 Monte SS — one of a kind.
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[Hook]
Wet paint drippin’, Monte sittin’ low,
Front lift high, rear draggin’ slow.
No L.S., but that 350 fine,
Cam talk heavy when I slide down Vine.
From the Blvd cuttin’ through the line,
Prospect jumpin’, that hustle mine.
On my way to Swope where the real ones be,
’86 Monte SS — that’s the mob in me.
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[Outro – Spoken]
Yeah… KC metal, candy gloss, trunk beatin’.
You might think I’m scrapin’ — wheels just fine.
From the Blvd to the park,
we still ride clean, still keep it mobbin’.
’86 Monte SS… KC squat.
