The Cool Kids - Black Mags + lyrics video

The Cool Kids - Black Mags + lyrics Pedal down the foot hills Wheelies on the front Pp-pedal down the foot hills Wheelies on the front I got this 89-90, Pistons champ flat Bill black starter cap with the hologram tags White Mag rims, red rubber tires Chain, frame, pegs, grips, ship to my supplier Dope man attire, gimme bout an hour And I'll have it clicking, ticking, gliding, flying like McGuyver I'm a Murder Club, dope pedal rider Nigel said I'm good to get that ink on my bicep I gets, busy as a bee on my bike grips If I catwalk this sidewalk, I can fly this Bitch and I'm fly, and it's tied to the side That's the flag that I'm flying Add to the fact that it all coincides with these wheels that I'm riding 3pt Mags make you think that I'm gliding ... Shiiiit nigga I ain't lying I got a long rap sheet that'll say that I'm tied in Pedal down the foot hills Wheelies on the front Pp-pedal down the foot hills Wheelies on the front I'm on the dyno with the black mags Black mags, Dyno with the black mags, black mags Black mags, Dyno with the (repeat) I hit chuck on the pager yo, I'm kinda bored Ain't got class til later so, open garage And I don't really know which way to go, I ain't tryna skate it though And my bikes illegal, so they send for the law But I don't care joe, I just keep on pedalin Ride past shorty light skinned with no melanin Shirt look like somebody stuffed two melons in Had to stop so I could preach like reverend I grip on the handbrake and say "What up? " I ...