Delving into the gritty realities of street life, this track by Lil Durk and King Von explores themes of authenticity, violence, and survival. The lyrics depict a stark contrast between genuine actions and those who seek fame through false claims. References to drug use, criminal activities, and confrontations with law enforcement underscore the harsh environment in which they navigate. The recurring mention of "Tooka" serves as a reminder of the lethal consequences that come with their lifestyle. Despite the chaos, there's an assertion of loyalty and resilience, symbolized by both artists' commitment to their roots and readiness to defend themselves. 🔫 #StreetLife #Authenticity #Survival
Still Trappin'
Lyrics
Von
Von (Go Grizz)
Woah (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 (this 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 (yeah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
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 (huh? What? This 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 (damn, damn, grrah, grrah, grrah, uh)
Niggas ain't gon' shoot for real (uh-uh)
They ain't gon' shoot for real (ain't gon' shoot)
Call up Muwop, he grab his Glock and he gon' shoot to kill (grrah, grrah)
I hit his stains for real, uh
Niggas ain't gang for real, uh
Niggas go to jail and tell (uh)
I done seen hits from my cell (dead)
Bad bitch posted my bail, uh
Scream, "Fuck 12", uh (12)
All these bales, came from the cartel (the cartel)
They say I got mail (I got mail, yeah)
Who got nailed? (Who got nailed?)
That boy a trophy, I'ma put him on a shelf (boom, boom, 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 (this 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 (yeah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
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 (huh? What? This got Tooka killed, yeah)
Niggas chasin' clout and claimin' bodies they ain't do for real (yeah, it's Smurk, gang, gang)
And my bitch got ass shots, but I promise that this strap is real (damn, damn, grrah, grrah, grrah, 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 off 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 (man, what? Yeah)
Why these niggas actin' like they real when niggas know they fake it
I can't take it
He a bitch, just ho his ass
Bro slide with a COVID mask (facts)
Last opp, he overgassed, smoked him (facts)
Goddamn, he got backdoored
Goose, goose, he over-gassed, dope (nope)
Loose screws, I'll buy they ass poles (gang)
Fool, fool, them chains for the lows (low)
Goof dude, he a stain, he don't know (bitch)
This TuTu smoke (dope)
Doo-doo, that deuce-deuce blow (go)
Boo-hoo, why you cryin'? You a ho (bitch)
Fuck you, now he mad, he ain't know (gang)
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 (this 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 (yeah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
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 (huh? What? This 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 (damn, damn, grrah, grrah, grrah, uh)
Writer(s): Christian Ward, Dayvon Bennett, Durk Banks, Kevin Andre Price, London Jae
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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