Still Trappin’ Lyrics – RL Weege
Singer: RL Weege
Title: Still Trappin’
Hit, hit it
Tryna make a point, you could get it
b#tch I’m still trappin’ out the honda civic
Tryna make a point, hollow tips, you could get it
Real n#gg#, b#tch I’m still trappin’ out the honda civic
Pull up on yo block with a mop an some semi’s
Outchea in Warlando, ain’t never seen Disney
You talkin’ like you street, you’ll make the headline
Talkin’ bout some beef, we gon eat up all the swine
Me an Jimbo in that Jeep b#tch don’t make me get to slidin’
Free that boy YG, cause he doin’ dead time
Shout out to my haters, couple n#gg#s they don’t like me
Heard he talkin’ crazy, put that n#gg# on a white tee
She know that I’m the best up, oh I think she like me
Outchea runnin’ checks up, you could call it Nike
n#gg#s gettin’ mad, I done upgraded the flex on em’
b#tch we on yo ass, Dj pullin’ out that tec on em’
Know that Ima spazz, this a 2020 vette homie
They seen him in the grass
Really been thuggin’ since like the juvenile detention
This sh#t real life, these ‘Real Liferz’ can get malicious
Real street n#gg#s takin’ chances, we on them missions
And b#tch I won’t fold, I’m prepared for consequences
Only take one shot, my shooter like Trevor Ariza
And rest in peace Lil’ Dunk, he get to slidin’ wit that nina
You got bags, we get em’ cheaper
Earn my stripe just like a zebra
You flexin’ with yo people, we gone swipe em’ like a visa
Tryna make a point, hollow tips, you could get it
Real n#gg#, b#tch I’m still trappin’ out the honda civic
Pull up on yo block wit a mop an some semi’s
Outchea in Warlando, ain’t never seen Disney
You talkin’ like you street, you’ll make the headline
Talkin’ bout some beef, we gon eat up all the swine
Me an Jimbo in that Jeep b#tch don’t make me get to slidin’
Free that boy YG, cause he doin’ dead time
n#gg#s talkin’ out of line, n#gg#s talkin’ out of text
If I really get mad, Ima shoot you with a tec
I ain’t really with the back and forth, ain’t tryna send a text
You say you gone do what? f#ck n#gg# that’s a bet
Lil’ n#gg# I’m a threat
When I run down you gettin’ stretched
I’m about to get off in a n#gg# chest
I guess these n#gg# mad cause the way a n#gg# flex
I guess these n#gg#s mad cause they b#tch want sex
Just to make you feel better, all I did was get the neck
I was busy gettin’ money goin’ hard gettin’ a check
But Lil’ Weege he a shooter, he’ll pop ya in ya neck
I got verified in the streets, f#ck a blue check
I’m gone die bout my respect
n#gg# handle mine, if it came down to it, n#gg# Ima slang iron
Don’t you worry bout a n#gg#, cause I’m doin’ just fine
This a million dollar phone, I can show you how to grind
Tryna make a point, hollow tips, you could get it
Real n#gg#, b#tch I’m still trappin’ out the honda civic
Pull up on yo block with a mop an some semi’s
Outchea in Warlando, ain’t never seen Disney
You talkin’ like you street, you’ll make the headline
Talkin’ bout some beef, we gon eat up all the swine
Me an Jimbo in that Jeep b#tch don’t make me get to slidin’
Free that boy YG, cause he doin’ dead time
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