Lil Durk - Still Trappin' (Lyrics) ft. King Von

Lil Durk - Still Trappin' (Lyrics) ft. King Von Subscribe here: http://bit.ly/rapcitysub Follow us on Spotify: https://spoti.fi/2Oj93y1 Stream: http://smarturl.it/TheVoiceDurk ➥ Become a fan of Rap City: http://spoti.fi/2Oj93y1 http://www.soundcloud.com/rapcitysounds http://www.facebook.com/rapcitylife http://www.twitter.com/rapcity808 http://www.instagram.com/rapcitylife ➥ Follow Lil Durk: http://www.instagram.com/lildurk http://www.twitter.com/lildurk http://www.tiktok.com/@lildurk http://www.soundcloud.com/lildurk http://fb.com/lildurk http://otfgear.com/ #LilDurk #KingVon #StillTrappin #thevoice #Rapcity ➥ Lyrics: Von Von (Go Grizz) Huh, huh, yeah (Go, Hitmaka) Von [Chorus: King Von] This ain't no G, 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) N*ggas 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, grrah, grrah, grrah) This ain't no G, 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?) N*ggas 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, grrah, grrah, grrah) [Verse 1: King Von] N*ggas 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?) N*ggas ain't gang for real, uh (Huh? What?) N*ggas go to jail and tell (Huh?) I done sent hits from my cell, damn (Yeah) Bad bitch posted my 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) [Chorus: King Von & Lil Durk] This ain't no G, 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) N*ggas 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 (Yeah, grrah, grrah, grrah) This ain't no G, 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 (Huh? What? It got Tooka killed, yeah) N*ggas chasin' clout and claimin' bodies they ain't do for real (Yeah, it's Murk) And my bitch got ass shots, but I promise that this strap is real (Damn, damn, gang, gang, grrah, grrah, grrah, huh) [Verse 2: Lil Durk] I ain't gon' lie, that lil' shit major, my hoes carry tasers (Yeah) 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 n*ggas actin' like they real when n*ggas know they fakin'? (N*ggas 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 you cryin'? You a ho (Bitch) Fucked you, now he mad he ain't know (Gang) [Chorus: King Von] This ain't no G, 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) N*ggas 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, grrah, grrah, grrah) This ain't no G, 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 (Huh? What? It got Tooka killed) N*ggas 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, grrah, grrah, grrah, uh)