Wally Left - Mags & Daytons Feat. L.T.Z. lyrics

[Verse 1: Wally Left] I call my brother "G" cuz he got it G.O.O.D Nah, I got it from TeaZee… that's the OG Ya gotta learn everything that ya bros don't teach And the fast learners don't get left on the burner So we sat on mags like we can't see over the wheel On the curb the homies would chill With them new Mikes on the pedal Pullin' the strings like Gepetto If you had a shorty on ya handlebars then you was the man You was a gram if you stirred in her pot But what i'm saying is: Life was just them two wheels and getting girls to chill with Before we all had whips, we looked up to the slab rivers With their work in the back like cab drivers But imma get the dough legit And imma need boat loads of it, have you seen them gas prices? Have you seen me hit 3mph in their iris? I ain't ever took an L… I don't even have a license [Hook: L.T.Z.] You can rol if you want to Whether it's the front seat or front of my bike We can do what you want to Just show me you're about that life And the old folks telling us to hold it down Cuz we playing music they don' know about But my windows rolled down and my music's up loud Everytime we roll out they telling us to *hold it down* [Verse 2: L.T.Z.] Orange bike. Gold Ds. Black grips They like orange with black woods a better fit Now, TeaZee known for having fresh kicks Now, son, you ain't never had a fresh whip Now I know that you want to be on some fresh sh** But to appease you need some better steeze This air condition sure she don't never leave And she always call dibs on front seat She don't ever put me on front street And she love all the songs to these beats So if life got funny and baby girl need some money that's exactly what I front me But my windows rolled down and my music up loud But you knew about that, what's new about that? See it's North Side baby and the crew about that And she want big meat like the food at outback [Hook] [Verse 3: Wally Left] I seen him on the ave pushing slabs like Kain when Kain was a pusher His ex dame was a looker But she couldn't keep the frame in the lane when she had the wheel For real? He put her out. No children, cuz was pulling out It's been a minute since her bubble touched the cushion On occasion break the stash box he stuffed the good in Open and puff the kush in Whip dodger blue with the spokes on it Pokin like a World Series trophy Dropped a couple 0s on it use to touch a couple bases See a couple faces, and dabble where them dames is Them champ rings got his knuckles looking bra** Got a grasp on the wood grain giving it contrast yo the Earth is mines Go for gold like Gabby, get that the dough Don't take the hoes personal, ask Gatsby Keep em clutch like pistols but they pack a punch that must stand coming from Sally Can't get me got from the backseat