[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

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

Private Villa