Produktdetails

Straight outta neon purgatory and parked under flickering gas station lights, the 7-Eleven Street Syndicate Supra isn’t just a car—it’s a rolling statement. Emerald green paint laced with midnight grime, custom-cut with crisp orange and white stripes that scream “pull up, but don’t look too long.” Chrome-gold wheels spin stories of back-alley burnouts and high-stakes binder trades. Rumor says it doesn’t run on gas—it runs on Pristine 10s, sealed VHS tapes, and misplaced childhoods. This isn’t your grandma’s grocery-run Hot Wheel. This is the Chancellor's courier, a rogue in the felt underground. Perfect for delivering bootleg Topps slabs and mysterious Pogs in zip-locks from zone to zone. Not for racing. Not for showing. Just for flexin’.