Vin Diesel / Mac Milly

Part 1: Vin Diesel
[Intro]
Oh, oh, ohhh (yeah)
Ohhh
Oh, ohhh
Oh, oh, yeah

[Verse]
I put the pounds in the Balenciaga trash bag
I hit the city with the bomb shit like Baghdad (gat-gat-gat)
Stick in the backpack, she 21 that's a Blackjack
These rappers funny, that's why I'm smelling the rap cap (rap cap)
You niggas goofy
Skinny nigga in the Coogi, that's notorious
Brodie keep the burner in the Louis, fashion warrior
Corridor trapping out the spot, looking glorious
If the feds come knocking, I crack the window and I'm out this bitch
Fast and furious the package, had to get it gone
Vin Diesel with this dope, I put it on road (skrrrt)
Pistol on your head, apply the pressure like some cornrows
That's on code, my niggas gon' blow
You niggas gon' fold
I think I'm going cold on thesе niggas
Give a fuck if I don't go gold
I'm already going platinum in my hood, we doing good
You niggas wish you could
Thеy don't wanna see a young nigga juug
I swear niggas hate to show love—
Get it

Part 2: Mac Milly
[Intro]
Booooo, booooo, booooo

[Verse]
Seventeen racks in the money counter, all twenties
I just spent another band at the record store
I was broke stacking pennies I had the harder way
Blast the [?] in the orange hoodie
Racks'll feed you like a snack, Wack Willy
I'm a badman I got you open like a pack of Phillies
I play the sample, read a book, rest in peace Mac Milly
I'm bout to hit the mil' check and line the block with a stack of Bentleys
You get something from Saks Fifth, they say you acting different
Ask the villain, I'm a hard act to get with
I'm a mad villain until the sun rise, you know the cats is spinning
I'll be the first and last to be the last to win
That's how this shit is, I ain't even write this shit
Nigga, I ain't even grab the pen
If you understand the shit I'm saying, it's a 5% chance
Knowledge is self-wisdom, understanding
I stay far from misconception
I had to get my lesson had to see it with my own eyes for a confirmation
Fuck conversating with these niggas, I'm out here contemplating on the next move
She say she love the appearance, oh really?
Fucking niggas' baby mamas, niggas love the drama
Jumping over counters, I'ma get behind it (gat-gat-gat-gat-gat-gat)
It's either you cooperate or meet the llama
I dropped out, I ain't had time for no diplomas
I had to find myself the righteous way and make a plan to get these dollars (ching, cha-ching)

[Outro]
Yeahhhh