Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Still Trappin', artist - Lil Durk. Date of issue: 13.05.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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) |