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Trappin is Dead
Hip-Hop/Rap
Trappin is Dead was released on June 26, 2026 by All Star Killer Records as a part of the album Trappin is Dead - Single
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Release DateJune 26, 2026
LabelAll Star Killer Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Victor Morales
Victor Morales
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Victor Morales
Victor Morales
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rico Suave
Rico Suave
Producer

Lyrics

Shippin through mail got me packin a bowl
Back in the day when the bros wasn't home
Learned how to jug taught me the cheat code
No time for the chains bills pilin back home
I'm bout to get what I'm owed
Playin the block this shit getting old
So I hopped in the booth
Only spitting the truth
No new recruits
We accurate dudes
Hittin the margin
I see my peers
I know I'm the hardest
I persevered
Conquering fears
I hit the stage bitches throwin they rear
Been fuckin hoes for the spotlight I don't even care
I took a break I gotta play fair
Fuck that I'm back and I want that
Once I start you won't make a comeback
I know they threatened by the way that I shine
Ice out my wrist can't tell the time
I don't need a gimmick just to get by
They hear the flow and the words that I rhyme
If it ain't bout money don't hit my line
And ever since 2025
I don't hit nun less than a dime
Than a dime
Chiropractor I crack her spine
I crack her spine
Back and I'm in it
Word around town they sayin a youngin was finished
You must be dumb lemme say sum better never forget it
Ever since I was up in the womb I been a menace
Devil tryna take me out before my life had a beginning
Shippin through mail got me packin a bowl
Back in the day when the bros wasn't home
Learned how to jug taught me the cheat code
No time for the chains bills pilin back home
I'm bout to get what I'm owed
Playin the block this shit getting old
So I hopped in the booth
Only spitting the truth
No new recruits
We accurate dudes
I'm too hard I never miss
Money speak blue but I ain't no crip
He act tough he get packed like a zip
Moving white tee like a laundromat
Money ain't clean the guys can vouch for that
I came out the gutter I ain't talking pennywise
Let a clown try it ian scared he meet his demise
He really pussy but he ain't got nine lives
Rico sent me the beat he told me it's bout time
And lately I'm in the studio yeh I'm locked in
Bad bitch bad bitch pussy poppin
Make a beat to her pussy fartin
West side active won't go out like villain
Went super saiyan on em we do em like Krillian
Lately rap been runnin up digits
He tryna talk but I ain't finished
I could take a break still just beginning
I could fuck his bitch and say that I didn't
I don't care who her man is I mind my business
Her **** a bum his stack small just like midget
I'm in her mouth like a mothafuckin dentist
She took the dick left a review and said it's exquisite
Shippin through mail got me packin a bowl
Back in the day when the bros wasn't home
Learned how to jug taught me the cheat code
No time for the chains bills pilin back home
I'm bout to get what I'm owed
Playin the block this shit getting old
So I hopped in the booth
Only spitting the truth
No new recruits
We accurate dudes
Written by: Victor Luis Morales Vazquez
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