Still Trappin'
Von
Von (Go Grizz)
Yeah (Hitmaka)
Von
This ain't OG, this shit smokin'
This shit Thrax for real (this that Thrax for real)
This that shit that have you chokin'
And got Tooka killed (it 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 (this that Thrax for real)
This that shit that have you chokin'
And got Tooka killed (it 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, uh)
Niggas ain't gon' shoot for real
They ain't gon' shoot for real (they ain't gon' shoot)
Call up Muwop, he grab his Glock and he gon' shoot to kill (rah, rah)
I done hit his 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" (12)
All these bales, 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, I'ma put him on a shelf (boom, boom, boom)
This ain't OG, this shit smokin'
This shit Thrax for real (this that Thrax for real)
This that shit that have you chokin'
And got Tooka killed (it 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 (this that Thrax for real)
This that shit that have you chokin'
And got Tooka killed (it 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, 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 (for sure)
When I had to slow down on them drugs
I had to go through phases (for sure)
Even though we fightin' all them cases, keep them guns 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 hoe his ass
Bro slide with a COVID mask
Last opp, he overgassed (facts), smoke him
Goddamn, he got backdoored
Goose, goose, he overgassed (dope)
Loose screws, I'll buy they ass poles (gang)
Fool, fool, them chains 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 hoe (bitch)
Fucked you, now he mad, he ain't know
This ain't OG, this shit smokin'
This shit Thrax for real (this that Thrax for real)
This that shit that have you chokin'
And got Tooka killed (it 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 (this that Thrax for real)
This that shit that have you chokin'
And got Tooka killed (it 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)
Von (Go Grizz)
Yeah (Hitmaka)
Von
This ain't OG, this shit smokin'
This shit Thrax for real (this that Thrax for real)
This that shit that have you chokin'
And got Tooka killed (it 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 (this that Thrax for real)
This that shit that have you chokin'
And got Tooka killed (it 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, uh)
Niggas ain't gon' shoot for real
They ain't gon' shoot for real (they ain't gon' shoot)
Call up Muwop, he grab his Glock and he gon' shoot to kill (rah, rah)
I done hit his 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" (12)
All these bales, 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, I'ma put him on a shelf (boom, boom, boom)
This ain't OG, this shit smokin'
This shit Thrax for real (this that Thrax for real)
This that shit that have you chokin'
And got Tooka killed (it 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 (this that Thrax for real)
This that shit that have you chokin'
And got Tooka killed (it 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, 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 (for sure)
When I had to slow down on them drugs
I had to go through phases (for sure)
Even though we fightin' all them cases, keep them guns 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 hoe his ass
Bro slide with a COVID mask
Last opp, he overgassed (facts), smoke him
Goddamn, he got backdoored
Goose, goose, he overgassed (dope)
Loose screws, I'll buy they ass poles (gang)
Fool, fool, them chains 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 hoe (bitch)
Fucked you, now he mad, he ain't know
This ain't OG, this shit smokin'
This shit Thrax for real (this that Thrax for real)
This that shit that have you chokin'
And got Tooka killed (it 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 (this that Thrax for real)
This that shit that have you chokin'
And got Tooka killed (it 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)
Credits
Writer(s): Durk Banks, Christian Ward, London Jae, Kevin Andre Price, Dayvon Bennett
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