The Hardy Block, Scotty RX - Magazine Lyrics

(Woah)
I was riding round with magazine
I know why they fucking mad at me
I keep that glick it'll give em third degree
I keep that stick it'll give em third degree
I pop percs I black out
I pop percs I tap out
Niggas be broke they missing out
Niggas need to watch they bitch now
Aye
Im so high but I'm sliding still
Watch that bitch cause that bitch still be lying still
You know I'm smoking kill
I literally feel like bill
Wanna keep up match my thrill
Where that drank at match my seal
Got a hundred bands stuffed right in my bag
Just popped a x so I don't feel bad
Remember days I stuck in the back
Now a days I'm just getting them racks
Yeah Yeah
I got magazines
Yeah Yeah
Can't match my recipe
Yeah Yeah
My thirty make em sneeze
Yeah Yeah
I love the fucking cheese
Yeah Yeah
Love them fucking racks
Yeah Yeah
I fucking move them packs
Yeah Yeah
I got guns I got racks
She wanna fuck thats that
Im sipping lean in my flat
I was riding round with magazine
I know why they fucking mad at me
I keep that glick it'll give em third degree
I keep that stick it'll give em third degree
I pop percs I black out
I pop percs I tap out
Niggas be broke they missing out
Niggas need to watch they bitch now
Aye
I'm so high but I'm sliding still
Watch that bitch cause that bitch still be lying still

(Woah)
I was riding round with magazine
I know why they fucking mad at me
I keep that glick it'll give em third degree
I keep that stick it'll give em third degree
I pop percs I black out
I pop percs I tap out
Niggas be broke they missing out
Niggas need to watch they bitch now
Aye
Im so high but I'm sliding still
Watch that bitch cause that bitch still be lying still
You know I'm smoking kill
I literally feel like bill
Wanna keep up match my thrill
Where that drank at match my seal
Got a hundred bands stuffed right in my bag
Just popped a x so I don't feel bad
Remember days I stuck in the back
Now a days I'm just getting them racks
Yeah Yeah
I got magazines
Yeah Yeah
Can't match my recipe
Yeah Yeah
My thirty make em sneeze
Yeah Yeah
I love the fucking cheese
Yeah Yeah
Love them fucking racks
Yeah Yeah
I fucking move them packs
Yeah Yeah
I got guns I got racks
She wanna fuck thats that
Im sipping lean in my flat
I was riding round with magazine
I know why they fucking mad at me
I keep that glick it'll give em third degree
I keep that stick it'll give em third degree
I pop percs I black out
I pop percs I tap out
Niggas be broke they missing out
Niggas need to watch they bitch now
Aye
I'm so high but I'm sliding still
Watch that bitch cause that bitch still be lying still