Black Mags pt.II - The Cool Kids

Pull a cat, walk up the block in them new grand heels

it’s '96 and my mama won’t let me live

I put them rims on the Schwinn like it’s rims on the Benz

Red mags with the white, slick BMX tread

You see how we did it, now everyone with it

Your top five, full of lies without me and Mike in it (For real)

It’s cool, I ain’t trippin', you niggas know on the low

Speaking code even zeroes known I been the one, nigga

Pedal down the foothills, wheelies on the front

My dog, hey, I’m tryna do a millie in a month

Me and Tony at the crap, take a break and down a nug

And it’s big coin hoes, girls stand in the club

I had the old box bought, Range Rover, it was black

Ask me how I got it, you know, a lil' this and that

Shit start to sound like a trap, I had to disconnect

Gave Chuck a call on the text, but he ain’t hit me back

Niggas so ungrateful, receipts is gettin' brought up

Gave him years full of game, and they still ain’t called

From the gear to the chains to the gears to the frames

And the tears and the pain came the things we thought of

From the handlebar grips to the dollars on my bike seat, my mags

From the handlebar grip to the dollars on my bike seat, my mags

Black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black

Black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black

The black mags on the Dino, Juan stole it from this white boy

Big bag full of hydro, he was frontin' the zips

Sendin' bowls from Colorado, you know, that’s the model

If they sendin' we don’t know you, then he cuffin' your shit

Screw the pegs on the front, cuz, roll with the strap

I’m the hammer and the nail, they was buildin' a trap

Pedal down the foothills, servin' packs of white girl

My nigga went to jail and he left me his bike

Yo, I hit the block like stoplights, watch for them cop lights

Dino rubber wheels, put a nigga in the highlights

Now I roll ivory bone, dice color off white

But my bank account’s in the black, Barker not nice, whoa

I’m whippin' hot spice in the kitchen

Was the only lil' niggas ridin' bikes on Division

The skinny jean jokes really put me in position

Now we wave our flags, we outlast the competition

From the handlebar grips to the dollars on my bike seat, my mags

From the handlebar grip to the dollars on my bike seat, my mags

Black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black

Black, black, black, black, black, black

Black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black

Black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black