Trappin' - K1llbrady & Blxckie: Şarkı Sözleri, Müzik Videoları ve Konserler

K1llbrady & Blxckie

Trappin'

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Trappin' adlı parça {albumName} albümünün bir parçası olarak K1llbrady tarafından 27 Mart 2026 tarihinde yayınlandıAURA ERA (Mixtape)

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Geçtiğimiz 7 Gün

00:40 - 00:45

Trappin' geçen hafta yaklaşık 40 saniye civarında en sık keşfedilen şarkı oldu

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GENEL BAKIŞ

ŞARKI SÖZLERI

Müzik Videosu

Müzik Videosu

Krediler

PERFORMING ARTISTS

K1llbrady

Rap

Blxckie

Rap

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Sihle Sithole

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Lucent

Co-Producer

Larryvsthewrld

Producer

Şarkı sözleri

[Verse 1]

Al Capone shopping I'm looking for pieces

Professor, master, I give you the thesis

Cash stay so long in my pocket, get creases

Brand new you force one, I can't do any creases

[Chorus]

Trappin'

Trappin'

Trappin'

Trappin'

[Verse 2]

I just did twenty-five, shout out to Kilo

I just did three, shout out to Migos

Ebony thot by my side look like 'meelo'

Oops I mean Milo up to the sky though

[Chorus]

Trappin'

Trappin'

Trappin'

Trappin'

[Verse 3]

Pockets sit fat but these jeans came in skinny

I'm down to pipe a bitch down in a Bentley

Throw the coupe in sport, I'm moving that bitch

Like an action figure I've been flexing my muscle

One in the chamber

Shoot at your facial

Count up Madibas converted from Benjis

Pull up and flex on the n****s who doubted

Got money and power, bitch, I can move mountains

R.I.P. take, I go Sace Versace

Bitch, I've been trapping, seducing my money

Roof got divorced on the Porsche 911

Chopper stay loaded, just name the opponent

[Verse 4]

Rest in peace Quan, I just came here to flex

N***a, what's next?

Threesome, these bitch going neck for the neck

Doom for these pussy ass ****, they pests

You don't know shit bout this trap shit, n***a

I get on the field and just lap shit, n***a

Cash and these bitches got something in common

I look at them both and see beautiful figures

Bring the bands out, bring the cash out

N****s talk gang, n****s shut your mouth

I can hit the north, I can hit the south

Running both shits, off the fucking clout

Big ol' drum on the stick look like banjo

I'm the one that can go where you can't go

Businessman, I go straight where the cash go

When I'm trapping, I talk to the damn stove

[Verse 5]

Know your hoe go wherever the cash go

That's why she follow me to the VIP

I'ma wake up count 100, 200, 300, 400

Then stop when my hands weak

I just doubled the bag I made last week

Bag hold 25, shit weigh a kilo

Tell the bitch tell me something I don't know

Who are you to come tell me about bankroll?

[Verse 6]

I just did twenty-five, shout out to Kilo

I just did three, shout out to Migos

Ebony thot by my side look like 'meelo'

Oops I mean Milo up to the sky though

[Chorus]

Trappin'

Trappin'

Trappin'

Trappin'

Written by: Sihle Sithole

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