$ideWayzz is a group of teenagers who built a movement on independence, discipline, thrill, and respect for the craft. Moving without ever showing faces or giving out names, the group operates in the light yet is never truly seen only heard of within the car scene. Known more for staying uncaught than chasing promotion or sponsors, their actions spoke for itself. They were never truly acknowledged or welcomed into the ordinary âcar sceneâ because of the activities they took part in. Yes, $ideWayzz was a car group made up of young kids but like anyone else, money still had to be made. The crew got into cars the only way they knew how, taking regular vehicles from around the South Side of Chicago. It started with Hellcats, Scat Packs, track hawks and sometimes Infiniti Q50s, equipped with their own prep and autoproPAD work. From there came high-speed chases, reselling, or keeping cars for their own enjoyment. It was never about fame or recognition. They werenât chasing clout or to become the best. They were in it for the money and the thrill. As teenagers, the adrenaline pulled them in, but the money is what pushed them forward, forcing them to keep advancing.
Formed in late 2021, $ideWayzz began quietly sharpening their craft year after year, always watching, always learning, while staying out of the spotlight and away from fame. By 2026, they knew cars like the back of their hand. What started with muscle cars quickly became second nature taken, studied, broken down to the framework, and put back together like it was nothing. They learned how to drift them, race them, and push them past their limits. Muscle cars were their foundation, their first love the âkid toysâ that shaped who they became. It was how they survived, how they fed people, how they ate.
But muscle cars werenât the end of it............
As the group grew, the founders began recruiting others just like them people who shared the same hunger and skill, but these new members added fuel to the fire. They showed the leaders that muscle wasnât the only lane. Soon, $ideWayzz expanded into luxury cars, stealing them, reselling them to racers, and racing them themselves. That move cracked the door open to the wider car scene one they were n
ever welcomed into before.
They still never showed their faces. Every video of a $ideWayzz member had masks on, keeping identities hidden. To the public, they were just âthose teens who steal cars.â But that reputation worked in their favor. Word spread. People started asking for specific cars, knowing that if anyone could retrieve them, $ideWayzz could
Unseen, Unknown, But everywhere.
They handled every request that came from the streets no exceptions, nobody was off limits and Nobody ever left empty handed. Business was business, and they kept it that way. It didnât matter who you were; if the money was right, the mission got completed. No emotions attached, no questions asked.
Coming out of the South Side of Chicago, they turned the AutoProPAD into a trend in their area. Every teen wanted to do it, wanted to be part of it but $ideWayzz never put anyone on game. The methods stayed locked in. They didnât label themselves as striker boys or chase names like that. They stayed $ideWayzz, moving quiet, moving correct.
They started using the word âkitâ as another way of saying a car was taken but it was never slang meant for jokes. To the outside world, it looked like kids playing dangerous games. Out to be It was survival. A way for teens with limited options to eat, to help others eat, and to stay afloat.
The group stood on morals, even in a world that didnât offer many. It was survival of the fittest at the end of the day, but they never harmed anyone, never put civilians in danger, and never moved with violence. They werenât a violent group they were just kids who found something they loved, locked in on it, and became great at it.
They stayed masked, unseen, unknown. To the public, they were just âthose teens who steal cars.â But the streets knew better. They knew if something needed to be retrieved, $ideWayzz could do it. No noise. No credit. Just results.
Before luxury. Before recognition. Before the wider car scene ever looked their way muscle was everything.
American muscle was where $ideWayzz was forged. Old steel, loud motors, raw power, and no forgiveness for mistakes. These werenât cars you treated gently. They demanded respect, and if you didnât have it, they punished you for it. Chargers, Scat Packs, Hellcats, Track hawks heavy bodies, loud motors, and power that didnât forgive mistakes these werenât cars you played with they demanded respect, and if you lacked it, they reminded you fast.
They didnât learn muscle from shops or manuals. but from hand on work, through repetition. Through observation, through time spent studying every platform inside and out. Stolen vehicles became classrooms. Engines were torn down to bare blocks, transmissions stripped, wiring traced line by line. Every bolt had a purpose. Every sound meant something. By the time they were done, they could rebuild a muscle car in the dark and tell what was wrong just by how it idled. Chargers became second nature. Scat Packs taught balance between raw power and control. Hellcats were pure power too much torque for anyone who didnât know what they were doing Track hawks blurred the line between muscle and luxury, showing them how far power could really go.
Driving them was a different language No traction control. No forgiveness. They learned how to break the rear loose on command, how to drift weight heavy bodies through turns they werenât built for, how to race cars that wanted to kill you if you hesitated. Muscle taught discipline. Fear kept you alive. They understood these cars down to the framework. How they sat under acceleration. How weight shifted. How they reacted when pushed past what they were built for. They could tell the difference in a muscle car by the slightest of touch or sound
Driving them was discipline, no shortcuts no safety nets You learned when to push and when to let off How to keep control when the car wanted to overpower you muscle cars taught patience, timing, and respect lessons that stayed with them long after.
To $ideWayzz, muscle cars were never outdated or obsolete. They were the foundation the proving ground The reason the group existed at all. These cars werenât status symbols. They were tools muscle fed them. Kept lights on. Kept people eating. Everything $ideWayzz became was built on what muscle demanded first.
To $ideWayzz, muscle cars were never outdated or obsolete.
They were the foundation.
The proving ground.
The reason the group existed at all.
Chargers became their canvas long bodies, wide turns, heavy rear ends that begged to be thrown sideways. Every car they touched ended up sliding curb to curb, corner to corner. $ideWayzz wasnât a mistake. It was the point. They recorded it. Late nights empty stretches. Tires screaming while the car stayed locked in, balanced like it was second nature. Watching it back, it looked effortless like the car wanted to move that way. Thatâs how deep the understanding went. They didnât fight the vehicle. They let it do what it was built to do.
Thatâs where the name came from $ideWayzz.
Not a gimmick. A signature.
Word spread quietly in Chicago, they became known as some of the best sliders around. Not the loudest. Not the flashiest. Just precise. Anyone could mash gas. Not everyone could stay sideways and still stay in control.
The footage never showed faces. Just movement. Smoke. Shadows. Chaos kept at armâs length. Sometimes there were crowds. Sometimes there were moments that felt too close to the edge. Enough to make people talk. Enough to build a reputation without ever saying a word.
They flirted with danger, but they never lost themselves in it the car always came first Control always mattered more than clout. What people thought they saw online was only a fraction of the truth.
Ka'son the face youâd never see, the name the streets only whispered about Ka'son was the mind b
ehind $ideWayzz Born and raised on the South Side, he grew up surrounded by noise, chaos, and lessons that werenât taught in schools. The streets shaped him, but cars saved him not just any cars Mopar's. From the first Charger he ever stole and sat in he was hooked. There was a rhythm in the roar of a Hemi, a language in the way the rear tires gripped, slipped, and fought for control.
Before $ideWayzz had a name, before anyone was watching, it was just him and Mopars.
The early days werenât polished No crew No reputation. Just long nights and trial by fire. Every car taken back then wasnât about money first it was about understanding and just the overall thrill. Chargers became lessons. Each one taught something different weight transfer, throttle response, how power behaved when control was respected instead of forced.
Mistakes happened early close calls too but thatâs where discipline came from. Ka'son learned patience the hard way learned that Mopars demanded respecter they would take it from you. That mindset carried into everything that followed.
At just 17, he got caught. A stolen car and weapons in the mix no luck left to lean on. That night didnât end with a warning it ended with steel doors and a number, placed inside juvenile detention while the outside world kept moving without him. For the first time, the noise stopped no engines. no tires Just time to think.
That arrest became the last time he ever got sloppy whether it was car or street related he made a vow
Inside, he studied his own failures more than anything else every move he replayed every shortcut that cost him when he came home, the hunger was still there but it was colder, sharper, controlled. He stopped relying on chance. Stopped trusting chaos. From that point on, every move was calculated, every risk measured.
When Ka'son came home he tried to balance both worlds. One foot still in the streets, gang banging surviving where he came from. The other foot in something quieter. Something he didnât talk about. Cars became more than money or movement they became his escape. The place where the noise shut off. Where the streets didnât follow him.
Most people only saw one side of him the street side the reputation the presence. What they didnât see was the other half the one locked in garages, behind the wheel, lost in engines and motion. The side that didnât want fame, didnât want attention, didnât even want to be known.
The Striker movement
What once came with shaking hands and loud heartbeats turned into routine. Clockwork. Another night, another move. It was badâeveryone knew that but for $ideWayzz, it worked. And that made it dangerous in a different way.
They were introduced to the AutoProPAD through the streets the same way everything else came to them quietly, indirectly, passed hand to hand without explanations. no manuals. no lessons. Just word that something new was moving around, something that changed how fast things could happen.
Once it entered their world, everything shifted.
What used to take patience and perfect timing suddenly became more consistent less guesswork less randomness. The margin for error tightened, and that alone changed the pace of everything $ideWayzz did. Nights got smoother moves got cleaner the routine locked in.
They understood immediately that tools like that werenât toys anyone reckless could burn themselves fast so access stayed limited controlled treated like a responsibility, not a shortcut that mindset is what separated $ideWayzz from the wave of others who tried to copy without understanding the cost.
The AutoProPAD didnât make them who they were.
It amplified what already existed.
Discipline. Structure. Control.
What made $ideWayzz
Formed in late 2021, $ideWayzz began quietly sharpening their craft year after year, always watching, always learning, while staying out of the spotlight and away from fame. By 2026, they knew cars like the back of their hand. What started with muscle cars quickly became second nature taken, studied, broken down to the framework, and put back together like it was nothing. They learned how to drift them, race them, and push them past their limits. Muscle cars were their foundation, their first love the âkid toysâ that shaped who they became. It was how they survived, how they fed people, how they ate.
But muscle cars werenât the end of it............
As the group grew, the founders began recruiting others just like them people who shared the same hunger and skill, but these new members added fuel to the fire. They showed the leaders that muscle wasnât the only lane. Soon, $ideWayzz expanded into luxury cars, stealing them, reselling them to racers, and racing them themselves. That move cracked the door open to the wider car scene one they were n
ever welcomed into before.They still never showed their faces. Every video of a $ideWayzz member had masks on, keeping identities hidden. To the public, they were just âthose teens who steal cars.â But that reputation worked in their favor. Word spread. People started asking for specific cars, knowing that if anyone could retrieve them, $ideWayzz could
Unseen, Unknown, But everywhere.
They handled every request that came from the streets no exceptions, nobody was off limits and Nobody ever left empty handed. Business was business, and they kept it that way. It didnât matter who you were; if the money was right, the mission got completed. No emotions attached, no questions asked.
Coming out of the South Side of Chicago, they turned the AutoProPAD into a trend in their area. Every teen wanted to do it, wanted to be part of it but $ideWayzz never put anyone on game. The methods stayed locked in. They didnât label themselves as striker boys or chase names like that. They stayed $ideWayzz, moving quiet, moving correct.
They started using the word âkitâ as another way of saying a car was taken but it was never slang meant for jokes. To the outside world, it looked like kids playing dangerous games. Out to be It was survival. A way for teens with limited options to eat, to help others eat, and to stay afloat.
The group stood on morals, even in a world that didnât offer many. It was survival of the fittest at the end of the day, but they never harmed anyone, never put civilians in danger, and never moved with violence. They werenât a violent group they were just kids who found something they loved, locked in on it, and became great at it.
They stayed masked, unseen, unknown. To the public, they were just âthose teens who steal cars.â But the streets knew better. They knew if something needed to be retrieved, $ideWayzz could do it. No noise. No credit. Just results.
They didnât choose this life because it was cool.
They chose it because it worked.
The Muscle Side of $$ideWayzz
Before luxury. Before recognition. Before the wider car scene ever looked their way muscle was everything.
American muscle was where $ideWayzz was forged. Old steel, loud motors, raw power, and no forgiveness for mistakes. These werenât cars you treated gently. They demanded respect, and if you didnât have it, they punished you for it. Chargers, Scat Packs, Hellcats, Track hawks heavy bodies, loud motors, and power that didnât forgive mistakes these werenât cars you played with they demanded respect, and if you lacked it, they reminded you fast.
They didnât learn muscle from shops or manuals. but from hand on work, through repetition. Through observation, through time spent studying every platform inside and out. Stolen vehicles became classrooms. Engines were torn down to bare blocks, transmissions stripped, wiring traced line by line. Every bolt had a purpose. Every sound meant something. By the time they were done, they could rebuild a muscle car in the dark and tell what was wrong just by how it idled. Chargers became second nature. Scat Packs taught balance between raw power and control. Hellcats were pure power too much torque for anyone who didnât know what they were doing Track hawks blurred the line between muscle and luxury, showing them how far power could really go.
Driving them was a different language No traction control. No forgiveness. They learned how to break the rear loose on command, how to drift weight heavy bodies through turns they werenât built for, how to race cars that wanted to kill you if you hesitated. Muscle taught discipline. Fear kept you alive. They understood these cars down to the framework. How they sat under acceleration. How weight shifted. How they reacted when pushed past what they were built for. They could tell the difference in a muscle car by the slightest of touch or sound
Driving them was discipline, no shortcuts no safety nets You learned when to push and when to let off How to keep control when the car wanted to overpower you muscle cars taught patience, timing, and respect lessons that stayed with them long after.
To $ideWayzz, muscle cars were never outdated or obsolete. They were the foundation the proving ground The reason the group existed at all. These cars werenât status symbols. They were tools muscle fed them. Kept lights on. Kept people eating. Everything $ideWayzz became was built on what muscle demanded first.
To $ideWayzz, muscle cars were never outdated or obsolete.
They were the foundation.
The proving ground.
The reason the group existed at all.
Chargers became their canvas long bodies, wide turns, heavy rear ends that begged to be thrown sideways. Every car they touched ended up sliding curb to curb, corner to corner. $ideWayzz wasnât a mistake. It was the point. They recorded it. Late nights empty stretches. Tires screaming while the car stayed locked in, balanced like it was second nature. Watching it back, it looked effortless like the car wanted to move that way. Thatâs how deep the understanding went. They didnât fight the vehicle. They let it do what it was built to do.
Thatâs where the name came from $ideWayzz.
Not a gimmick. A signature.
Word spread quietly in Chicago, they became known as some of the best sliders around. Not the loudest. Not the flashiest. Just precise. Anyone could mash gas. Not everyone could stay sideways and still stay in control.
The footage never showed faces. Just movement. Smoke. Shadows. Chaos kept at armâs length. Sometimes there were crowds. Sometimes there were moments that felt too close to the edge. Enough to make people talk. Enough to build a reputation without ever saying a word.
They flirted with danger, but they never lost themselves in it the car always came first Control always mattered more than clout. What people thought they saw online was only a fraction of the truth.
To the outside world it looked reckless.
To $ideWayzz, it was mastery.
$ideWayzz wasnât just how they drove.
It was how they moved through the city.
To $ideWayzz, it was mastery.
$ideWayzz wasnât just how they drove.
It was how they moved through the city.
The Leader
Kason Malone aka GhostFxceKa'son the face youâd never see, the name the streets only whispered about Ka'son was the mind b
ehind $ideWayzz Born and raised on the South Side, he grew up surrounded by noise, chaos, and lessons that werenât taught in schools. The streets shaped him, but cars saved him not just any cars Mopar's. From the first Charger he ever stole and sat in he was hooked. There was a rhythm in the roar of a Hemi, a language in the way the rear tires gripped, slipped, and fought for control.Before $ideWayzz had a name, before anyone was watching, it was just him and Mopars.
The early days werenât polished No crew No reputation. Just long nights and trial by fire. Every car taken back then wasnât about money first it was about understanding and just the overall thrill. Chargers became lessons. Each one taught something different weight transfer, throttle response, how power behaved when control was respected instead of forced.
Mistakes happened early close calls too but thatâs where discipline came from. Ka'son learned patience the hard way learned that Mopars demanded respecter they would take it from you. That mindset carried into everything that followed.
At just 17, he got caught. A stolen car and weapons in the mix no luck left to lean on. That night didnât end with a warning it ended with steel doors and a number, placed inside juvenile detention while the outside world kept moving without him. For the first time, the noise stopped no engines. no tires Just time to think.
That arrest became the last time he ever got sloppy whether it was car or street related he made a vow
Inside, he studied his own failures more than anything else every move he replayed every shortcut that cost him when he came home, the hunger was still there but it was colder, sharper, controlled. He stopped relying on chance. Stopped trusting chaos. From that point on, every move was calculated, every risk measured.
When Ka'son came home he tried to balance both worlds. One foot still in the streets, gang banging surviving where he came from. The other foot in something quieter. Something he didnât talk about. Cars became more than money or movement they became his escape. The place where the noise shut off. Where the streets didnât follow him.
Most people only saw one side of him the street side the reputation the presence. What they didnât see was the other half the one locked in garages, behind the wheel, lost in engines and motion. The side that didnât want fame, didnât want attention, didnât even want to be known.
The Striker movement
What once came with shaking hands and loud heartbeats turned into routine. Clockwork. Another night, another move. It was badâeveryone knew that but for $ideWayzz, it worked. And that made it dangerous in a different way.
They were introduced to the AutoProPAD through the streets the same way everything else came to them quietly, indirectly, passed hand to hand without explanations. no manuals. no lessons. Just word that something new was moving around, something that changed how fast things could happen.
Once it entered their world, everything shifted.
What used to take patience and perfect timing suddenly became more consistent less guesswork less randomness. The margin for error tightened, and that alone changed the pace of everything $ideWayzz did. Nights got smoother moves got cleaner the routine locked in.
They understood immediately that tools like that werenât toys anyone reckless could burn themselves fast so access stayed limited controlled treated like a responsibility, not a shortcut that mindset is what separated $ideWayzz from the wave of others who tried to copy without understanding the cost.
The AutoProPAD didnât make them who they were.
It amplified what already existed.
Discipline. Structure. Control.
