Lyrics Still Runnin (feat. Meek Mill) - Meek Mill , Lil Durk , Lil Baby
KJ,
what
you
got
goin′
on
man?
(let's
go,
let′s
go,
yeah)
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)
Nigga
know
I
back
out
every
time
the
pack
out,
big
boy
straighten
up
offenders
(what?)
I
was
in
the
trap
house
chillin'
with
the
Mac
out
Gang-gang,
me
and
my
members
(gang-gang)
Nigga,
we
ain′t
totin′
no
sticks
'round
here
Just
glicks
′round
here
with
extenders
(big
boy)
Nigga,
don't
take
no
pics
′round
here,
everybody
on
parole,
shit
sensitive
(yeah)
I
got
the
check,
fell
in
love
with
it
I
got
the
neck,
for
the
hell
of
it
Money,
respect,
get
a
Cullinan
Come
to
the
lil'
block
like
an
elephant
I
got
the
lil′
Glock
with
a
drum
in
it
(yeah)
We
the
ones,
they
the
ones
crackin'
Now
forty-five-hundred
my
jacket,
they
say
I'm
too
rich
to
be
strappin′,
yeah,
ooh
(brr)
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,
"Get
in
the
casket"
(nigga,
get
over
there)
Stack
the
M's
and
spin
all
the
odds,
we
takin′
this
shit
to
the
maximum,
yeah
Must
be
out
of
your
mind,
you
think
we
ain't
spinnin'
for
bro?
(Gang)
we
spinnin′
fo′
sho'
Had
a
switch
on
me,
not
a
.38,
dummy,
boy,
we
be
spinnin′
for
ghosts
(gang)
They
put
up
for
shows,
we
spinnin'
the
cribs
and
traps
fo′
sho',
we
spinnin′
his
shows
And
we
took
L's
fo'
sho′,
but
in
Chicago,
they
know
we
winnin′
fo'
sho′
You
do
it
for
what?
You
better
not
say
that
you
do
it
for
D-,
them
niggas
be
tucked
That
nigga
was
fucked,
the
moment
he
ran,
and
he
knew
he
ain't
duckin′
His
ass
out
of
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
us,
and
who
say
we
shoot
out
the
cars
That
Rolls
better
be
bulletproof,
lil'
nigga,
you
know
we
gon'
shoot
at
them
stars
Them
lil′
bitches
ours,
I
told
him
to
fuck
her
and
slut
her
And
send
her
right
back
to
the
blogs
Glock
with
a
switch,
two
of
those,
and
I
ride
through
the
city
(we
ride)
And
we
thought
a
nigga
died,
but
he
didn′t
(but
he
died)
Two
Glocks
when
you
ride
through
Philly
(let's
get
it)
Tinted
up
if
you
dyin′
in
Philly
(You
know
we
slide
to
Philly)
(Tinted
up
if
you
dyin'
in
Philly)
(Tinted
up
if
you
dyin′
in
Philly)
Baby-Baby,
anythin'
close
to
a
dub
And
a
youngin′ll
walk
for
a
hundred,
he
damn
near
get
caught
Long
as
I
send
him
the
items,
consider
it
bought
I
call
the
shots,
I'm
the
boss
I'm
ridin′
with
the
semi
Two
of
them,
I
can′t
die
in
my
city
Do
a
shootin',
it
ain′t
gotta
be
pretty
Catch
him
out,
and
we
handle
the
business
(gang-gang)
I
ain't
gettin′
in
no
nigga
business
30
million,
my
mind
in
the
trenches
still
Fuck
her
good,
make
her
nigga
not
turn
her
on
They
got
Brodie
on
camera,
he
comin'
home
Run
it
up
from
a
scale
to
a
microphone
Treat
Dior
like
a
motherfuckin′
Nike
store
And
you
know
he
ain't
that,
why
you
hype
him
up?
Any
time
we
have
smoke,
it's
just
pipe
me
up
Never
know
the
outcome
′til
you
try
your
luck
Get
whatever
you
want
when
I′m
tryna
fuck
And
we
tellin'
nobody,
can′t
fuck
with
us
Put
the
four
in
the
P
with
the
fuckin'
F
I
should
never
bring
the
pain
on
my
fuckin′
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
drink,
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
1 Voice of the Heroes
2 2040
3 Hats Off (feat. Travis Scott)
4 Who I Want
5 Still Hood
6 Man of my Word
7 Still Runnin (feat. Meek Mill)
8 Medical
9 How It Feels
10 Lying
11 Okay
12 That's Facts
13 Please
14 Up The Side (feat. Young Thug)
15 If You Want To
16 Rich Off Pain (feat. Rod Wave)
17 Make It Out
18 Bruised Up
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