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[Verse 1]
Lalalala, I come in wild
Empty barrel, still smokin’, child
Whole block froze when I passed that corner
No smiles here, just cold disorder
Shells on the ground like dropped bad news
Red-eyed stare with the same old bruise
Anger in my chest like a caged-up storm
One-two steps and the room get torn
I don’t beg, I don’t fold
I don’t play, I don’t hold
I been cut, I been counted out
Now they duck when I move about
[Pre-Chorus]
Say my name, then lower your tone
I was built from the pressure and stone
Fast pace, heart race, head full of static
One wrong move and it get catastrophic
[Chorus]
Killa, killa, don’t press me
Killa, killa, don’t test me
Whole hood hush when I walk through
One look, then the night go blue
Killa, killa, don’t press me
Killa, killa, don’t test me
Fast talk, but I move like thunder
Lalalala, pull the room under
[Verse 2]
I seen fake love turn to dust
Seen best friends switch for a buck and lust
So I keep my circle razor-thin
If you want my trust, better earn that win
My hands stay cold, my mind stay hot
I don’t miss twice, I don’t miss shots
Every scar say I made it through
Every hard night made my steps more true
Now the rumors run when I hit the street
Heavy on the beat, light on my feet
If I’m quiet, that’s the warning sign
If I speak up, better read the line
[Pre-Chorus]
Say my name, then lower your tone
I was built from the pressure and stone
Fast pace, heart race, head full of static
One wrong move and it get catastrophic
[Chorus]
Killa, killa, don’t press me
Killa, killa, don’t test me
Whole hood hush when I walk through
One look, then the night go blue
Killa, killa, don’t press me
Killa, killa, don’t test me
Fast talk, but I move like thunder
Lalalala, pull the room under
[Bridge]
I was made in the fire, made in the loss
Made from the weight and the cost
Now I talk in a sharper tone
Can’t break me down, I’m already stone
[Chorus]
Killa, killa, don’t press me
Killa, killa, don’t test me
Whole hood hush when I walk through
One look, then the night go blue
Killa, killa, don’t press me
Killa, killa, don’t test me
Fast talk, but I move like thunder
Lalalala, pull the room under
Details
GeneratedJun 11, 2026
Duration2:26
LanguageEnglish
Style
Aggressive drill rap with frantic half-time drums, sliding 808s, clipped hi-hat bursts, and a tense minor-key loop; verse rides dense and breathless, pre-chorus tightens with rising snare rolls, chorus hits with shouted gang doubles and a brief call-and-response. Vocal is close-mic, raw, and snarling with stacked ad-libs on the hook. Ear candy includes reverse cymbal swells, tape-stop cuts, and metallic shell-hit accents. Mix is dark, punchy, and brutally upfront., rap
Credits
Prompt by
chrismichael331
chrismichael331ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
Lalalala don’t push me empty barrel gun still Smokin whole hood go silent shell casing laying killa murder is the sweetest joy to getting pussy I’m a killer one two fast paced blowing minds angry rap
