[Music] K1llbrady – Familia ft jaykatana

New Single Alert: K1llbrady Unveils "Familia"

South African singer-songwriter and talented artist, K1llbrady, drops off an impressive single titled "Familia". This latest release showcases his unique ability to blend heartfelt lyrics with captivating melodies, creating a sound that resonates deeply with listeners across various genres.

The song "Familia" is an amazing record that should be on your Playlist. Its rich production and emotive vocal delivery make it a standout track that effortlessly captures the essence of connection and loyalty, themes that are universally relatable and powerfully conveyed through the music.

The impressive record serves as the 5th track off the 9 tracks body of work Project, "FYBR P1: FAMILIA PACK". This project highlights K1llbrady's versatility and growth as an artist, offering a cohesive listening experience that explores different facets of his musical identity.

In addition, the impressive record features vocal contribution from talented superstar, jaykatana. Their collaboration adds an extra layer of depth and energy to the track, complementing the overall vibe and enhancing the storytelling aspect of the song.

This single is a testament to K1llbrady's dedication to his craft and his ability to consistently deliver quality music that connects with fans on a personal level. His artistry continues to evolve, making him one to watch in the South African music scene and beyond.

For those unfamiliar, K1llbrady is known for his dynamic sound and compelling songwriting, which have earned him a growing fanbase and critical acclaim. His work often reflects his experiences and cultural background, bringing authenticity and passion to every release.

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K1llbrady Familia Lyrics:
Run a mile, in my shoes
These Prada boots gon' hurt your feet
Run a mile, in my shoes
My bank account gon' fuck your mind up
Call your plug, tell him jaykatanas waist dried up
Wind me up
Wind me up
Till we pop out out the box
Drop you in your happy socks
Momma trippin, Bout my Prada, Said it's made for Satan
Triple figures, triple figures
Like a bank with Satan
I break my fingers, break my fingers
Countin' up this paper
G-Lock on my ass, boy
Take you annual training
Givenchy my ass, bitch
Pocket filled with Cabbage, bitch
I went, got my bag big
Prada with the straps, bitch
Tinted window, blue lights
Piggy's, they ain't stoppin' shit
G-Lock with a flashlight
I can't compromise for shit
Okay, you got pride, right?
You wanna die by pride, right?
But you so fuckin' broke
So why don't you kill yourself?
Nigga, I could put ten racks on your head
But you could just kill yourself
I got so much money comin
But there's a void that I can't explain
And my car got torque and got horse
Your car don't feel the same
Walk inside the club and I'm the richest, it don't feel the same
We do the same drugs, But I'm rich so it don't hit the same
Told my chef to make it like my momma, but it don't feel the same
It don't feel the same
It don't feel the same
Please come get your bitch, she always callin
D&D my phone, I might just block her
You gon' need some goggles for my closet
(I got Gucci, I got Prada, I Got Lenci, I Got Fendi Too)
You know the name, boy put some respect
I pour my dawg up like I'm a vet
Fuck the bitch once, if I see her again
I'ma walk past like we ain't never met
Mills to Bills
Wags to Bentleys
Matter of fact, I'ma get to the basics
We kept it cool, they the ones that were hatin
Still ain't forget all the ones that were tradin
I'm pointin' a gun with a laser
Russian artillery, everything major
We kickin' the door for the loot
Say, fuck a OG, we pullin' a caper
If you take the shit off the net and do the pull-up, you meetin' your maker
You know what I bleed
Familia only, you know what I bleed
Walk in the club, tweaked off a bean
Fifty-thou stuffed in my pocket, Celine
I'm on a business class flight with some lean
I'm with a ten out of ten with her team
I got the drip, I keep floodin' the scene
They got a notepad and a pen when they look at the team, lil bitch
You know we severely swag, We sendin' the scene a blitz
I'm servin' a DBX, didn't come with a body kit
Look at me, then look at you
It's a big difference
Gucci made by Demna rock that new collection
C63, I'm zoomin' wit it, abuse the pedal
Tell em that Killbrady is the one with Choppas lined up
They think this shit rap cap
I wish one of them could find out
Brady, Montana, and Stuntman
El Gapo and Mad Max
I been had the swag to you, it's brand new