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lirik lagu still runnin – lil baby & lil durk

[intro: lil durk & meek mill]
kj what you got goin’ on man (let’s go, let’s go)
back of the phantom to get me some head
ain’t got no purple? then get me some red (yeah, woo)
(young nick papz, make it slap)

[verse 1: meek mill]
n*gga know i back out every time the pack out
big boy straighten, i finish
i was in the trap house chillin’ with the mac out, gang gang, me and my members (gang gang)
n*gga, we ain’t totin’ no sticks ’round here, just gl!cks ’round here with extenders (big boy)
n*gga, don’t take no pics ’round here, everybody on parole, this sh*t sensitive
i had the check, fell in love with it, i got the neck for the h*ll of it
money, respect, get a cullinan
come to the lil’ block like an elephant
suicide doors on the phantom, it look like you gettin’ in backwards
double platinum, that’s a double murder when we slide
i just put a hit on a rapper
sneak dissin’, ‘fore you know it, you talkin’ to god
and he tell you to get in the casket (n*gga, get over there)
stack the m’s and spin all the odds, we takin’ this sh*t to the maximum

[verse 2: lil durk]
must be out of your mind you think we ain’t spinnin’ for bro, we spinnin’ for sure
had a switch on me, not a .38, dummy, boy, we be spinnin’ for ghosts
they put up for shows, we spin in the cribs and crowds fasho, we spinnin’ his shows
and we took l’s fasho, but in chicago, they know we winnin’ fasho
you do it for what? better not say that you do it for (boom), them n*ggas be talk
that n*gga was f*cked, the moment he ran, he knew it, his ass outta luck
we do it for von, we don’t wait ’til it die down, we load and we do it tomorrow
we do it on feet, ask all the opps about, and they say we shoot out the cars
that rolls better be bulletproof, lil’ n*gga, you know we gon’ shoot at them stars
them lil’ b*tches ours, i told him to f*ck ’em and sl*t her and send it right back to the blogs
glock with a switch, two of those, and i ride through the city (we ride)
and i thought a n*gga died, but he didn’t (but he died)
two glocks when you ride through philly (let’s get it)
tented up or you dyin’ in philly
(tented up or you dyin’ in philly, tented up or you dyin’ in philly)
[verse 3: lil baby]
(yeah, baby)
anything close to a dub and a youngin that walk for a hundred, he down to get caught
long as i send him the items, consider it bought
i call the shots, i’m a boss
i ride with the semi
two of them, i can’t die in my city
do a shooting, it ain’t gotta be pretty
catch him out, and we handle the business
i ain’t gettin’ in no n*gga business
thirty million, my mind in the trenches still
f*ck her good, make a mil, and i turn her on
they got brodie on camera, we comin’ home
run it from a scale to a microphone
treat these hoes like a muhf*ckin’ nike store
and you know he ain’t that, why you hype him up?
any time we got smoke, it’s just pipe me up
never know that i’m comin’ ’til we try you up
do whatever you want when i’m tryna f*ck
and we tellin’ you, n0body can f*ck with us
put the 4 in the pew with the f*ckin’ m
i just [?] with my f*ckin’ self
really need it if i ever ask for help
i just know i’ma blow if it’s life or death
i made all them hoes who ain’t never left
i’m way higher, i’m up in my altitude
i was broke, i woke up with an attitude
now you play with the kid, he embarrass you
i jump right in the field with no parachute and one pair of shoes

- lil baby lil durk

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