Lil Durk – Still Trappin’ (ft. King Von) (Audio, Lyrics)

Lil Durk unveils “Still Trappin'” featuring King Von. Listen, stream, buy, mp3 download and read the lyrics to the song produced by Go Grizzly & Hitmaka.

Lil Durk Still Trappin’

Durkio’s The Voice has arrived, and while there are several standout tracks on the album, the most anticipated comes from Lil Durk’s collaboration with King Von. It was in early November when Von was murdered outside of a hookah lounge in Atlanta, and as investigators have continued to piece together how the tragedy unfolded, Durk has been honoring his late friend’s legacy.

Days ago, Durk surprised fans when he dropped his single “Backdoor,” a track that paid tribute to Von and their friendship. The pair of rappers united on “Still Trappin'” where Lil Durk slides in with a verse while Von not only spits a verse of his own but also holds down the chorus. It’s unclear if Durk has more posthumous releases from King Von in store, but if so, we’ll keep you updated.

Lil Durk – Still Trappin’ (ft. King Von) (prod. Go Grizzly & Hitmaka)

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Lyrics

[Intro: King Von]
Von
Von (Go Grizz)
Huh, huh, yeah (Go, Hitmaka)
Von

[Chorus: King 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 (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 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? It got Tooka killed, yeah)
Niggas chasin’ clout and claimin’ bodies they ain’t do for real (Huh?)
And my bitch got ass shots, but I promise that this strap is real (Damn, damn, grrah, grrah, grrah, huh)

[Verse 1: King Von]
Niggas ain’t gon’ shoot for real (Uh-uh)
They ain’t gon’ shoot for real (They ain’t gon’ shoot)
Call up Muwop (I call), he grab his Glock 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 my cell, damn (Yeah)
Bad bitch posted my bail, uh (Uh-huh)
Scream, “Fuck 12,” uh (Fuck 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 a shelf (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)

[Chorus: King Von & Lil Durk]
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 (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 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? It got Tooka killed, yeah)
Niggas chasin’ clout and claimin’ bodies they ain’t do for real (Yeah, it’s murder)
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 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 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 (Fact)
Goddamn, he got back though
Goose, goose, he overgassed (Dope, dope)
Loose screws, I’ll buy his ass po’ (Gang)
Fool, fool, them chains for the lows (Low)
Goof, goof, he say he don’t know (Bit’)
This .22 smoke (Dawg)
Doom-doom, this 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 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 (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 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? It got Tooka killed, yeah)
Niggas chasin’ clout and claimin’ bodies they ain’t do for real (Huh?)
And my bitch got ass shots, but I promise that this strap is real (Damn, damn, grrah, grrah, grrah, huh)