Letra de 'Still Trappin' (feat. King Von)' de 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 you 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 my bitch got ass shots
But I promise that this strap is real (ayy)

This ain't OG, this just smoke
And this shit Thrax for real (this that Thrax for real)
This that shit that have you 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 my bitch got ass shots
But I promise that this strap is real (damn, damn)

[King Von]
Niggas ain't gon' shoot for real
They ain't gon' shoot for real (they ain't gon' shoot)
I call up Muwop, he grab his Glock (I call)
And he gon' shoot to kill
I done hit stains for real, uh
Niggas ain't gang for real, uh
Niggas go to jail and tell
I done sent hits from my cell, damn
Bad bitch posted my bail, uh
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 you 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 my bitch got ass shots
But I promise that this strap is real (ayy)

This ain't OG, this just smoke
And this shit Thrax for real (this that Thrax for real)
This that shit that have you 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 my bitch got ass shots
But I promise that this strap is real (damn, damn)

[Lil Durk]
I ain't gon' lie, that lil' shit major
My hoes carry tasers
When it comes to this lil' paper
My 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'?
I can't take it

He a bitch, just ho his ass
Bro slide with a COVID mask (facts)
Last opp, he over gassed (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 Tutu smoke (dawg)
Doo, doo, that deuce-deuce blow (go)
Boo-hoo, why you cryin'? You a ho (bitch)
Fucked you, now he mad he ain't know (gang)

[King Von]
This ain't OG, this just smoke
And this shit Thrax for real (this that Thrax for real)
This that shit that have you 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 my bitch got ass shots
But I promise that this strap is real (ayy)

This ain't OG, this just smoke
And this shit Thrax for real (this that Thrax for real)
This that shit that have you 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 my bitch got ass shots
But I promise that this strap is real (damn, damn)