Azet - Patte Fliesst Prod. By Lucry Vol. 5 -

The air in the concrete garage was thick with the smell of premium gasoline and cold rain. Kaan leaned against the hood of the matte-black RS6, the LED headlights slicing through the dark like silver blades. On the passenger seat sat a duffel bag, heavy and silent.

As he tore through the neon-lit tunnels, the world outside became a blur of gray and electric blue. Every red light was a gamble; every siren in the distance was a ghost. He wasn't just driving; he was part of the flow. The money wasn't just currency—it was liquid, moving through the veins of the city, and he was the heart pumping it. AZET - PATTE FLIESST prod. by LUCRY VOL. 5

He pulled out of the garage, the tires screaming against the damp asphalt. The mission was simple: bridge the gap between the harbor and the high-rises before the sun hit the skyline. The air in the concrete garage was thick