Roc Marciano - Tek to a Mack lyrics
[Roc Marciano - Tek to a Mack lyrics]
From a tre to an eighth
From an A to a K to a 9 from a K
From a K to the grey, 45 all black
All black 45, from a TEC to a MAC
I'm back for the crown baby
In a Avi that’s brown like gravy
Styles is wavy, lazy eye, Tracy McGrady
Deliver like a 80 pound baby
I’m a horse, you a rodent
I let off MACs you crap in your clothing
Golden moments
Rolls Royce driver named Coleman
45 watch game frozen
Stay at the dip, mad salty like a potato chip
You know the routine
I’m out to break a bitch
Over the stove with the baker's mitts
I’m still on that gangsta shit
Burning that dour, European footwear
I’m coming off a real good year
Kush in the air
Yeah, them niggas like books, look square
I swear they don’t even got hood flair
I’m a natural, you little rascal
Homo swag, I wouldn’t put it past you
Change is invested, faith’s tested
I paid for the necklace and ate breakfast
My thoughts is pull torches left corpses
My chariot pulled by horses
Uh, y'all doo doo, I’ll sock it to you
Pierce your rib with the
Spear like Shaka Zulu
Cops pursue you, when you got pies like Lulu
Control a whore’s mind like voodoo
Suave, CL 5 grey in the driveway
Ménage à trois on Fridays
Peel bills consistent and just to think I
Willed this into existence
Memories of being broke are now distant
I insisted biscuit's
For all that I did to get rich then
I hope within you forgive the
Kid like a Christian
To get rich then, I hope within
You forgive the kid like a
From the deuce to the tre
From a tre to an eighth
From an A to a K to a 9 from a K
From a K to the grey, 45 auto black
All black 45, from a TEC to a MAC
From the deuce to the tre
From a tre to an eighth
From an A to a K to a 9 from a K
(From a K) to the grey, 45 auto black
All black 45, from a TEC to a MAC
Check it big dinners, dilemmas
I ride in a Plymouth
Listening to the Spinners
I love the art but it’s a business
D’s trying to pin us
Cause what I do with the pen is stupendous
Young niggas look up to
Us like father figures
Design fly rhymes like architecture
Modern philosopher
The feds trying to pop at us
But y'all ain’t got the proper size nuts
Line me up without the iron cuff
Reclined in the truck
Mama I'm like a diamond in the rough
Apply the cut gotta come up
Goddesses is tough, Chronic is puffed
Wallets is buff, I’m a stud
Dollars is spotted with blood
The nine snub should hold
You riding with thugs, you
Forgot what it was, huh?
Well bitch that’s what is though
Pitch em an O, Lou Ferrigno indo
Flowed out the benz, tinted windows
Pimp bones exotic skin tones
Ear lobes flooded with gem stones
Money put into hoes flip ten folds
Gotta stack it
Ya squad is at the bottom of the bracket
That’s why I keep the llama
In the bomber Jacket
That’ll push ya old yarmulke backwards
From the deuce to the tre
From a tre to an eighth
From an A to a K to a 9 from a K
From a K to the grey, 45 all black
All black 45, from a TEC to a MAC
From the deuce to the tre
From a tre to an eighth
From an A to a K to a 9 from a K
From a K to the grey, 45 all black
All black 45, from a TEC to a MAC
From an A to a K to a 9 from a K
From a K to the grey, 45 all black
All black 45, from a TEC to a MAC
I'm back for the crown baby
In a Avi that’s brown like gravy
Styles is wavy, lazy eye, Tracy McGrady
Deliver like a 80 pound baby
I’m a horse, you a rodent
I let off MACs you crap in your clothing
Golden moments
Rolls Royce driver named Coleman
45 watch game frozen
Stay at the dip, mad salty like a potato chip
You know the routine
I’m out to break a bitch
Over the stove with the baker's mitts
I’m still on that gangsta shit
Burning that dour, European footwear
I’m coming off a real good year
Kush in the air
Yeah, them niggas like books, look square
I swear they don’t even got hood flair
I’m a natural, you little rascal
Homo swag, I wouldn’t put it past you
Change is invested, faith’s tested
I paid for the necklace and ate breakfast
My thoughts is pull torches left corpses
My chariot pulled by horses
Uh, y'all doo doo, I’ll sock it to you
Pierce your rib with the
Spear like Shaka Zulu
Cops pursue you, when you got pies like Lulu
Control a whore’s mind like voodoo
Suave, CL 5 grey in the driveway
Ménage à trois on Fridays
Peel bills consistent and just to think I
Willed this into existence
Memories of being broke are now distant
I insisted biscuit's
For all that I did to get rich then
I hope within you forgive the
Kid like a Christian
To get rich then, I hope within
You forgive the kid like a
From the deuce to the tre
From a tre to an eighth
From an A to a K to a 9 from a K
From a K to the grey, 45 auto black
All black 45, from a TEC to a MAC
From the deuce to the tre
From a tre to an eighth
From an A to a K to a 9 from a K
(From a K) to the grey, 45 auto black
All black 45, from a TEC to a MAC
Check it big dinners, dilemmas
I ride in a Plymouth
Listening to the Spinners
I love the art but it’s a business
D’s trying to pin us
Cause what I do with the pen is stupendous
Young niggas look up to
Us like father figures
Design fly rhymes like architecture
Modern philosopher
The feds trying to pop at us
But y'all ain’t got the proper size nuts
Line me up without the iron cuff
Reclined in the truck
Mama I'm like a diamond in the rough
Apply the cut gotta come up
Goddesses is tough, Chronic is puffed
Wallets is buff, I’m a stud
Dollars is spotted with blood
The nine snub should hold
You riding with thugs, you
Forgot what it was, huh?
Well bitch that’s what is though
Pitch em an O, Lou Ferrigno indo
Flowed out the benz, tinted windows
Pimp bones exotic skin tones
Ear lobes flooded with gem stones
Money put into hoes flip ten folds
Gotta stack it
Ya squad is at the bottom of the bracket
That’s why I keep the llama
In the bomber Jacket
That’ll push ya old yarmulke backwards
From the deuce to the tre
From a tre to an eighth
From an A to a K to a 9 from a K
From a K to the grey, 45 all black
All black 45, from a TEC to a MAC
From the deuce to the tre
From a tre to an eighth
From an A to a K to a 9 from a K
From a K to the grey, 45 all black
All black 45, from a TEC to a MAC