Lyrics Still Trappin' - Lil Durk, King Von

Still Trappin'

Niggas chasin' clout and claimin' bodies they ain’t do for real
And my bitch got ass shots, but I promise that this strap is real (Rah, rah,
rah)
This ain’t OG, this shit smokin'
This shit Thrax for real (That Thrax for real)
This that shit that have you chokin' and got Tooka killed (Got Tooka killed,
yeah)
Niggas chasin' clout and claimin' bodies they ain’t do for real
And my bitch got ass shots, but I promise that this strap is real (Rah, rah,
rah, uh)
Niggas ain’t gon' shoot for real
They ain’t gon' shoot for real (Ain't gon' shoot)
Call up Muwop, he grab his Glock and he gon' shoot to kill (Rah, rah)
I hit his stains for real, uh
Niggas ain’t gang for real, uh
Niggas go to jail and tell
I done seen hits from my cell (Dead)
Bad bitch posted my bail, uh
Scream, «Fuck 12» (12)
All these bales, came from the cartel (The cartel)
They say I got mail (I got mail, yeah)
Who got melted?
(Who got melted?)
That boy a trophy, I’ma put him on a shelf (Boom, boom, boom)
This ain’t OG, this shit smokin'
This shit Thrax for real (That Thrax for real)
This that shit that have you chokin' and got Tooka killed (Got Tooka killed)
Niggas chasin' clout and claimin' bodies they ain’t do for real
And my bitch got ass shots, but I promise that this strap is real (Rah, rah,
rah)
This ain’t OG, this shit smokin'
This shit Thrax for real (That Thrax for real)
This that shit that have you chokin' and got Tooka killed (Got Tooka killed,
yeah)
Niggas chasin' clout and claimin' bodies they ain’t do for real
And my bitch got ass shots, but I promise that this strap is real (Rah, rah,
rah, uh)
I ain’t gon' lie, that shit major
My hoes carry tasers (Yeah)
When it comes to this lil' paper, my shit come in pages
When I had to slow down on the withdraws, I had to go through phases (For sure)
Even though we fightin' all them cases, keep a gun on stages (Yeah)
Booka gave me X pills, told me chase it but I cannot take it
Why these niggas actin' like they real when niggas know they fake it
I can’t take it
Hit a bitch, just ho his ass
Bro slide with a match
Last opp, he overgassed (Smoke him)
Goddamn, he got back though
Goose, goose, he overgassed (Dope, dope)
Loose screws, I’ll buy his ass po' (Gang)
Fool, fool, them chains for the lows
Goof, goof, he say he don’t know
This .22 smoke
Doom-doom, his goose-goose blow
Boo-hoo, why you cryin'?
You a ho (Bitch)
Fuck you, now he mad, he ain’t know
This ain’t OG, this shit smokin'
This shit Thrax for real (That Thrax for real)
This that shit that have you chokin' and got Tooka killed (Got Tooka killed)
Niggas chasin' clout and claimin' bodies they ain’t do for real
And my bitch got ass shots, but I promise that this strap is real (Rah, rah,
rah)
This ain’t OG, this shit smokin'
This shit Thrax for real (That Thrax for real)
This that shit that have you chokin' and got Tooka killed (Got Tooka killed,
yeah)
Niggas chasin' clout and claimin' bodies they ain’t do for real
And my bitch got ass shots, but I promise that this strap is real (Rah, rah,
rah, uh)