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[Chorus]
Private villa, bitch, don’t touch my dope
I don’t trust love, I just trust my scope
Whole block hot, but my wrist on snow
If you ain’t gang, get the fuck out the door (get the fuck out)
Private villa, shooters on payroll
Cameras on spin, see you through the gate hole
Bad lil’ freak tryna slide for the clout
Tell that ho chill, put this dick in her mouth (shut up)
[Verse 1]
Private drive
Pull up, tint so black, can’t see these eyes
Skinny-ass kid, but the racks obese
Turned my pain to a plate, now we all gon’ feast (bitch)
Backwood fat, that’s a stress reliever
I don’t talk war, I just call the reaper
Tats on my neck say “fuck your side”
Your big homie broke, that’s a fuckin’ lie
Kitchen got marble, stove got stains
Scales on the counter, still countin’ my pain
Glock on the nightstand, safe in the floor
If you step wrong, you gon’ see that door
Cousin did ten, came home, went colder
K kept kickin’, almost broke my shoulder
Whole damn fam got felonies now
So the only good suit is the one in the ground (damn)
[Chorus]
Private villa, bitch, don’t touch my dope
I don’t trust love, I just trust my scope
Whole block hot, but my wrist on snow
If you ain’t gang, get the fuck out the door (get the fuck out)
Private villa, shooters on payroll
Cameras on spin, see you through the gate hole
Bad lil’ freak tryna slide for the clout
Tell that ho chill, put this dick in her mouth (yuh)
[Verse 2]
I don’t need friends, just funds, that’s facts
Hunnids in the wall, more guns than racks
Still might crash when the pills get mixed
Wake up, new chain, just to cover old shit (bling)
Momma said pray, but the rent came first
So we hit that lick, had to snatch that purse
Now my name ring bells down every street
But respect came tagged with a body sheet
I was outside when the shots went off
You was online tryna act so tough
Whole lotta cap in your lil’ rap story
Whole lotta blood on my half-paid mortgage (real)
If I die broke, that’s a goddamn joke
‘Cause I bled for the game, got scars for the coat
If I OD, just burn my phone
And write “fuck y’all” on a marble stone (pussy)
[Chorus]
Private villa, bitch, don’t touch my dope
I don’t trust love, I just trust my scope
Whole block hot, but my wrist on snow
If you ain’t gang, get the fuck out the door (get the fuck out)
Private villa, shooters on payroll
Cameras on spin, see you through the gate hole
Bad lil’ freak tryna slide for the clout
Tell that ho chill, put this dick in her mouth
Private villa, bitch, don’t touch my dope
I don’t trust love, I just trust my scope
Details
GeneratedJan 23, 2026
Duration2:14
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Menacing Memphis trap banger with blown-out 808s and skittering hi-hats; male vocals, raspy and low. Chorus stacks pitched-down growls under raw midrange leads for a chant-heavy hook. Verses ride a half-time swing with sparse, eerie keys and sub-bass drops; ad-libs echo wide for a claustrophobic, street-heavy feel. Final chorus doubles on the last two lines for a mosh-ready payoff., raw, hip hop, low
Credits
Prompt by
izayah
izayahModelAria v5
Prompt
rap, trap, hip hop, hype Memphis trap banger, low hood raspy gritty voice, layered chorus with low pitch combining with raw vocals, explicit/profanity, “Private Villa” chorus first
