Tek to a Mack

[Production by Roc Marciano] [Chorus] 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 [Verse 1] 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 biscuits 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... [Chorus] 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 [Verse 2] 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 [Chorus] 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