Lil Baby, Lil Durk & Meek Mill – Still Runnin Lyrics

Still Runnin

Lil Baby, Lil Durk & Meek Mill

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"Still Runnin." - Lil Baby, Lil Durk & Meek Mill

Thursday, 17 September 2026, 11:55 am

Album: The Voice of the Heroes

Track No: 07

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 give me some red (Yeah, woo)
Yo Nick Papz, make it slap
****, know I back out every time the pack out, big boy straighten up offenders
I was in the trap house, chillin' with the Mac out, gang gang, me and my members (Gang, gang)
****, we ain't totin' no sticks 'round here, just Glicks 'round here with extenders (Big boy)
****, don't take no pics 'round here, everybody on parole, shit sensitive
I got a check, fell in love with it
I got the neck for the hell of it
Money, respect, get a Cullinan
Come down the lil' block like a elephant
I got the lil' Glock with the drum in it
We the ones, they the ones cracking
Now, forty-five-hundred my jacket, they say I'm too rich to be strappin', yeah, ooh
Suicide doors on the Phantom, it look like you get in it 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" (****, get over there)
Stack up the M's and spend all the odds, we takin' this shit to the maximum, yeah
Must be outta your mind, you think we ain't spinnin' for bro, we spinnin' for sho (Gang, yeah)
Had a switch on me, not a .38, dummy, but we be spinnin' for ghost (Gang)
They pull up for sho, we spinnin' the cribs and traps, fo' sho
We spinnin' his shows and we took Ls, 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 ****
Them **** be tucked, that **** was fucked
The moment he ran and he knew he ain't ducking and his ass out of luck
We do it for Von, we don't wait till it die down, we load and we do it tomorrow
We do it on feet, ask all the opps about us or who say we shoot out the cars
That Rolls better be bulletproof, lil' ****, 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 **** 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 (Yeah, Baby)
Anything 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 a 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 **** business
Thirty million, my mind in the trenches still
Fuck her good, make a **** 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 muhfuckin' Nike store
And you know he ain't that, why you hype him up?
Anytime we have smoke, it's just pipe me up
Never know the outcome till 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

Writer(s): Dominique' Jones, Durk Banks, Nii Noi Tetteh, Nikolas Papamitrou & Robert Rihmeek Williams.

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