Still Turnt (Forever B$Hot)

Still
I mean, over you, breaking you, informing you
Still (Metro)
Do what we doin', having what we having
Tell you, president

Let that money fly, fuck it, we done trapped to Mars, boy
When you swag like this, I got some hos you can borrow, boy
Bankroll bussin' out your pocket, we still call 'em thigh pads
We the ones that broke the scale, servin' out the trap bag

Let that money fly, fuck it, we done trapped to Mars, boy
When you swag like this, I got some hos you can borrow, boy
Bankroll bussin' out your pocket, we still call 'em thigh pads
We the ones that broke the scale, servin' out the trap bag
Buss out, trappin' in the water, then they comin' back glad
It ain't really nothin' to this shit, nigga, we just splash
Been a teacher to these nigga, took they ass to swag class
Supercharged, flyin' past, I'm just highway on the gas

Yeah, we still turnt (turnt up), yeah, we still turnt (turnt up)
Yeah, we still turnt (turnt up), yeah, we still turnt (turnt up)
Yeah, we still turnt (turnt up), yeah, we still turnt (turnt up)
Yeah, we still turnt (turnt up), yeah, we still turnt up

Antique on my pants, them Trues gon' show her ass
'08 Jim Jones, Chrome Heart on my hat
Goyard for the belt with the bag to match
Bitch, my life a movie, you know I'm livin' fast
Still lit, when they found me, I was turnt, nigga
Did my first song when I was 16 and it worked, nigga
Money, swag, Moncler, watch her twerk, nigga
Ho, sit down, for that work, hit my chirp nigga

Let that money fly, fuck it, we done trapped to Mars, boy
When you swag like this, I got some hos you can borrow, boy
Bankroll bussin' out your pocket, we still call 'em thigh pads
We the ones that broke the scale, servin' out the trap bag
Buss out, trappin' in the water, then they comin' back glad
It ain't really nothin' to this shit, nigga, we just splash
Been a teacher to these nigga, took they ass to swag class
Supercharged, flyin' past, I'm just highway on the gas

Yeah, we still turnt (turnt up), yeah, we still turnt (turnt up)
Yeah, we still turnt (turnt up), yeah, we still turnt (turnt up)
Yeah, we still turnt (turnt up), yeah, we still turnt (turnt up)
Yeah, we still turnt (turnt up), yeah, we still turnt up

Yeah, we still turnt and we smoking purp'
Big bro got Jamaican work, he say his chicken jerk
This natty truck on shacks, put three-five in the blunts
I'm mixin' Polo with the Prada, I do my own stunts
First young nigga sippin' Act', new lil' shit, her ass fat
Then I found that money, like that money, shit got LoJack
Me and Guap and Metro, yeah, we go back like four flat
Say, God, take it easy on your thug, you countin' up money, it's too much

Let that money fly, fuck it, we done trapped to Mars, boy
When you swag like this, I got some hos you can borrow, boy
Bankroll bussin' out your pocket, we still call 'em thigh pads
We the ones that broke the scale, servin' out the trap bag
Buss out, trappin' in the water, then they comin' back glad
It ain't really nothin' to this shit, nigga, we just splash
Been a teacher to these nigga, took they ass to swag class
Supercharged, flyin' past, I'm just highway on the gas

Yeah, we still turnt (turnt up), yeah, we still turnt (turnt up)
Yeah, we still turnt (turnt up), yeah, we still turnt (turnt up)
Yeah, we still turnt (turnt up), yeah, we still turnt (turnt up)
Yeah, we still turnt (turnt up), yeah, we still turnt up (Metro)

Me and guap and Metro yeah we go back, like four flat
Let that money fly, we done trapped to mars
When your swag like this, when your swag like this
Ay, Metro, check this out, man, look we tired of that zibba-zabba-zabba-zabba music, man
We need some of that real music back, that old Atlanta back, man
We need some of that futuristic lean
We need some of that J Money, first name, last name
Some of that, wassup, wassup, baow, baow, baow
We need all that back, okay?

Look I'm tryna have fun again, Metro
These clubs different now
I'm tired of the Percocet music
I'm tired of these girls walkin' into them clubs, drunk
Can't walk, can't stand up, they too turnt
All they wanna do is go Live and be on they Snap

Look Metro, we sick of that, okay? YN
Look we tryna have fun in the club
We ain't tryna worry about getting shot at all the damn time
Come on now, Metro, let's bring it back
Let's bring it back, baby, 'cause I'm ready
I'm ready to get twerked on again