Still Trappin’ Song Lyrics (Lil Durk) – LyricsStall.com

Still Trappin’ Lyrics Song Sung by Lil Durk From The Voice Album. Still Trappin’ song lyrics is written by London Jae, Hitmaka, Go Grizzly, King Von & Lil Durk and This song was released on the official youtube channel of Lil Durk. Here One can find Still Trappin’ Song Lyrics in English & Spanish and also get Still Trappin’ Song Lyrics Meaning.

Still Trappin’ Song Information:

Song Title Still Trappin’
Album The Voice
Singer Lil Durk
Lyricist London Jae, Hitmaka, Go Grizzly, King Von & Lil Durk
Producer Go Grizzly & Hitmaka
Release date December 24, 2020
Music Label Lil Durk

Still Trappin’ Song Lyrics By Lil Durk:

Von
Von (Go Grizz)
Huh, huh, yeah (Go, Hitmaka)
Von

This ain’t OG, this just smoke and this shit Thrax for real (This that Thrax for real)
This that shit that have U chokin’ and it got Tooka killed (It got Tooka killed, uh)
Niggas chasin’ clout and claimin’ bodies they ain’t do for real (Huh? What? Who? Huh? Damn, damn)
And Mi bitch got ass shots, but I promise that this strap is real (Ayy, grrah, grrah, grrah)
This ain’t OG, this just smoke and this shit Thrax for real (This that Thrax for real)
This that shit that have U chokin’ and it got Tooka killed (It got Tooka killed, damn, huh?)
Niggas chasin’ clout and claimin’ bodies they ain’t do for real (Damn, huh?)
And Mi bitch got ass shots, but I promise that this strap is real (Damn, damn, grrah, grrah, grrah)

Niggas ain’t gon’ shoot for real (Uh-uh)
They ain’t gon’ shoot for real (They ain’t gon’ shoot)
Call up Muwop, he grab his Glock (I call) and he gon’ shoot to kill (Grrah, grrah)
I done hit stains for real, uh (Huh? What?)
Niggas ain’t gang for real, uh (Huh? What?)
Niggas go to jail and tell (Huh?)
I done sent hits from Mi cell, damn (Yeah)
Bad bitch posted Mi bail, uh (Uh-huh)
Scream, “Fuck 12,” uh (12)
All these bales (Fuck) came from the cartel (The cartel)
They say I got mail, damn (I got mail, yeah)
Who got nailed? (Who got nailed, huh?)
That boy a trophy (What?), I’ma put him on the shelf (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)

This ain’t OG, this just smoke and this shit Thrax for real (This that Thrax for real)
This that shit that have U chokin’ and it got Tooka killed (It got Tooka killed)
Niggas chasin’ clout and claimin’ bodies they ain’t do for real (Huh? What? Who? Huh? Damn, damn)
And Mi bitch got ass shots, but I promise that this strap is real (Yeah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
This ain’t OG, this just smoke and this shit Thrax for real (This that Thrax for real)
This that shit that have U chokin’ and it got Tooka killed (Huh? What? It got Tooka killed, yeah)
Niggas chasin’ clout and claimin’ bodies they ain’t do for real (Yeah, it’s Murk)
And Mi bitch got ass shots, but I promise that this strap is real (Damn, damn, gang, gang, grrah, grrah, grrah, huh)

I ain’t gon’ lie, that lil’ shit major, Mi hoes carry tasers (Yeah)
When it comes to this lil’ paper, Mi shit come in pages (For sure)
When I had to slow down off them drugs, I had to go through phases (For sure)
Even though we fightin’ all them cases, keep them guns on stages (Yeah, yeah, yeah, what?)
Booka gave me X pills, told me chase it, but I cannot take it (Yeah)
Why these niggas actin’ like they real when niggas know they fakin’? (Niggas fakin’)
I can’t take it
He a bitch, just ho his ass
Bro slide with a COVID mask (Facts)
Last opp, he overgassed (Facts), smoke
Goddamn, he got backdoored
Goose, goose, he over gassed dope (Dope)
Loose screws, I’ll buy they ass poles (Gang)
Fool, fool, don’t change for the low (Low)
Goof dude, he a stain, he don’t know (Bitch)
This .22 smoke (Dawg)
Doo, doo, that deuce-deuce blow (Go)
Boo-hoo, why U cryin’? U a ho (Bitch)
Fucked you, now he mad he ain’t know (Gang)

This ain’t OG, this just smoke and this shit Thrax for real (This that Thrax for real)
This that shit that have U chokin’ and it got Tooka killed (It got Tooka killed, uh)
Niggas chasin’ clout and claimin’ bodies they ain’t do for real (Huh? What? Who? Huh? Damn, damn)
And Mi bitch got ass shots, but I promise that this strap is real (Ayy, grrah, grrah, grrah)
This ain’t OG, this just smoke and this shit Thrax for real (This that Thrax for real)
This that shit that have U chokin’ and it got Tooka killed (Huh? What? It got Tooka killed)
Niggas chasin’ clout and claimin’ bodies they ain’t do for real (Damn, huh?)
And Mi bitch got ass shots, but I promise that this strap is real (Damn, damn, grrah, grrah, grrah, uh)

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