Correction Lyrics Still Trappin’ by Hitmaka

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Von
Von (Go Grizz)
Huh, huh, yeah (Go, Hitmaka)
Von

This ain't OG, this just smoke and this sh*t Thrax for real (This that Thrax for real)
This that sh*t that have you chokin' and it got Tooka killed (It got Tooka killed, uh)
n***as chasin' clout and claimin' bodies they ain't do for real (Huh? What? Who? Huh? Damn, damn)
And my b*t*h got ass shots, but I promise that this strap is real (Ayy, grrah, grrah, grrah)
This ain't OG, this just smoke and this sh*t Thrax for real (This that Thrax for real)
This that sh*t that have you chokin' and it got Tooka killed (It got Tooka killed, damn, huh?)
n***as chasin' clout and claimin' bodies they ain't do for real (Damn, huh?)
And my b*t*h got ass shots, but I promise that this strap is real (Damn, damn, grrah, grrah, grrah)

n***as ain't gon' shoot for real (Uh-uh)
They ain't gon' shoot for real (They ain't gon' shoot)
I 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***as ain't gang for real, uh (Huh? What?)
n***as go to jail and tell (Huh?)
I done sent hits from my cell, damn (Yeah)
Bad b*t*h posted my bail, uh (Uh-huh)
Scream, "f**k 12," uh (12)
All these bales (f**k) 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)

This ain't OG, this just smoke and this sh*t Thrax for real (This that Thrax for real)
This that sh*t that have you chokin' and it got Tooka killed (It got Tooka killed)
n***as chasin' clout and claimin' bodies they ain't do for real (Huh? What? Who? Huh? Damn, damn)
And my b*t*h got ass shots, but I promise that this strap is real (Yeah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
This ain't OG, this just smoke and this sh*t Thrax for real (This that Thrax for real)
This that sh*t that have you chokin' and it got Tooka killed (Huh? What? It got Tooka killed, yeah)
n***as chasin' clout and claimin' bodies they ain't do for real (Yeah, it's Smurk)
And my b*t*h got ass shots, but I promise that this strap is real (Damn, damn, gang, gang, grrah, grrah, grrah, huh)

I ain't gon' lie, that lil' sh*t major, my hoes carry tasers (Yeah)
When it comes to this lil' paper, my sh*t 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***as actin' like they real when n***as know they fakin'? (n***as fakin')
I can't take it
He a b*t*h, 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 (b*t*h)
This .22 smoke (Dawg)
Doo, doo, that deuce-deuce blow (Go)
Boo-hoo, why you cryin'? You a ho (b*t*h)
f**ked you, now he mad he ain't know (Gang)

This ain't OG, this just smoke and this sh*t Thrax for real (This that Thrax for real)
This that sh*t that have you chokin' and it got Tooka killed (It got Tooka killed, uh)
n***as chasin' clout and claimin' bodies they ain't do for real (Huh? What? Who? Huh? Damn, damn)
And my b*t*h got ass shots, but I promise that this strap is real (Ayy, grrah, grrah, grrah)
This ain't OG, this just smoke and this sh*t Thrax for real (This that Thrax for real)
This that sh*t that have you chokin' and it got Tooka killed (Huh? What? It got Tooka killed)
n***as chasin' clout and claimin' bodies they ain't do for real (Damn, huh?)
And my b*t*h got ass shots, but I promise that this strap is real (Damn, damn, grrah, grrah, grrah, uh)

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