Black Mags pt. II

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Chuck Inglish] Pull a cat walk up the block in them new grand hills It's '96 and my momma won't let me live I put them rims on Schwinn like it's rims on a Benz Red mags with the white slick bmw tread You see how 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 Speakin code even zeroes known I been the 1, nigga Pedals down the foothills wheelies on the front, my dog Okay I'm trying to do a milli in a month Me and Tony as the craps table breaking down the nug And it's bit coin codes getting scanned in the club [Verse 2: Sir Michael] I had the old box spot (yeah), Range Rove 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 and a text, but he ain't hit me back Niggas so ungrateful, receipts is getting brought up Gave 'em years full of game, and they still ain't caught [Bridge: Sir Michael] From the gear to the chains, to the gears to the frame From the tears and the pain, came the things we thought of [Chorus] From the handle bar grip to the dollars on my bike seat My mags (my mags) From the handle bar grip to the dollars on my bike seat My mags (my mags) (Black) x16 [Verse 3: Chuck Inglish] The black mags on the dyno, Juan stole it from this white boy Big bag full of hydro, he was fronting a zips Sending bowls from Colorado, you know that's the motto If they sending we don't know you, then he cuffing yo shit Screw the pegs on the front, cuz roll with the strap Found a hammer and a nail, they was building a trap Pedal down the foothills surfing past a white girl My nigga went to jail (yeah) and he left me his bike [Verse 4: Sir Michael] I hit the block like stop lights, watch for them cop lights Dyno rubber wheels put a nigga in the high lights Now I roll ivory bone dice color off white But my bank accounts in the black baka not nice (woah) I whippin' hot spice in the kitchen Only lil' niggas riding bikes on Division (yah) The skinny jean jokes really put me in position Now we wave our flag, we outlast the competition [Chorus] From the handle bar grip to the dollars on my bike seat My mags (my mags) From the handle bar grip to the dollars on my bike seat My mags (my mags) (Black) x14 - (Black) x16