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[Intro]
Yeah
West side
7-4
Look
[Verse 1]
Lil dude short, stomach hangin, still he talkin tough
Tiny T on the block, thinkin height gon’ make him rough
Pulled on me at the corner, finger twitchin like a bluff
Second time same story, I just laughed and lit it up
Moms call my phone like “boy, you better stay inside”
But the rent past due and that snow don’t cover pride
We was flippin little bags, turnin nickels into tides
He was yappin by the bus stop, tryna tax the guys
He flash chrome like a trophy, tryna get a name
Whole gang know he goofy, just addicted to the flame
But a barrel in your face make you feel that shame
Now I’m loadin up a plan, I ain’t playin with this game
[Chorus]
He pulled once, pulled twice, that’s enough, that’s it
Third time round, I’ma empty this clip
G.D. 7-4, I’m outside, I don’t slip
Gangsta, we was raised on that gun talk, brick by brick
He pulled once, pulled twice, I ain’t run, I ain’t quit
Third time round, I’ma show him who lit
Money, guns, dirty love, all in this mix
Short fuse, big body, I’ma handle that biz
[Verse 2]
On Madison, cold wind cuttin through the coat
He approach, lil belly pokin, talkin like the GOAT
Hands shake, sweat drip, but he still up in my throat
I see fear in his eyes, couple inches from the smoke
He say, “Drop that bag, or you ain’t leavin here”
I see sirens in the distance, but they ain’t even near
My shorty in the crib, I can’t vanish this year
So I’m thinkin ’bout the third time, crystal clear
We stackin rubber bands, tryna climb out the hell
He just want quick fame, want his name in a tale
He ain’t know real weight, just the smell of the scale
I been duckin county blues, tryna dodge that cell
[Chorus]
He pulled once, pulled twice, that’s enough, that’s it
Third time round, I’ma empty this clip
G.D. 7-4, I’m outside, I don’t slip
Gangsta, we was raised on that gun talk, brick by brick
He pulled once, pulled twice, I ain’t run, I ain’t quit
Third time round, I’ma show him who lit
Money, guns, dirty love, all in this mix
Short fuse, big body, I’ma handle that biz
[Bridge]
[Beat drops, vocal almost whispered]
Third time, short life, long night, dark sky
Heart cold, steel hot, one blink, he might die
Ask God if He watch, we just reach for that fire
On the block where you shoot ’fore you ever ask why
[Chorus]
He pulled once, pulled twice, that’s enough, that’s it
Third time round, I’ma empty this clip
G.D. 7-4, I’m outside, I don’t slip
Gangsta, we was raised on that gun talk, brick by brick
He pulled once, pulled twice, I ain’t run, I ain’t quit
Third time round, I’ma show him who lit
Money, guns, dirty love, all in this mix
Short fuse, big body, I’ma handle that biz
Details
GeneratedJan 26, 2026
Duration2:48
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Dark Chicago drill beat with menacing 808 glide, skittering hi-hats, and eerie bell loop. Male vocals, low and gritty, with stacked ad-libs on key punchlines. Verses stay tight and conversational, hook drops into a chant-like refrain that the crowd can shout. Sparse, tense arrangement in the verses, then the chorus slams with extra bass weight and distant, distorted backing vocals., drill, hip hop
Credits
Prompt byAmbientModulation527
ModelAria v5
Prompt
A Chicago drill rap about a little short fat asian midget who pulled a gun on me twice the third time I'm down taking his life g. d. 7 4 bos gangsta guns drugs money and pussy, rap, hip hop
