Still Turnt (Forever B$hot)

Lyrics

[Intro: Shad da God] Still I'm just openin' it up, wakin' you up, informin' you Still (Metro!) Doin' what we doin' Havin' what we havin' Tell you, president [Chorus: Shad da God] Let that money fly, fuck it, we done trapped to mars, boy When you swag like this, I got some hoes you can borrow, boy Bank roll bussin' out your pocket, we still call 'em thigh pads We the ones that broke the scale (Hood rich), 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 hoes you can borrow, boy Bank roll bussin' out your pocket, we still call 'em thigh pads We the ones that brokе the scale, servin' out thе trap bag Bust 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 niggas, took they ass to swag class Super charged flying past, I'm just high, way on the gas [Post-Chorus: Jose Guapo] 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 [Verse 1: Jose Guapo] Antique on my pants, them True's gon' show her ass Always 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 living fast Still lit, when they found me I was turnt nigga Did my first song when I was sixteen and it worked nigga Money, swag, Moncler, watch her twerk nigga Ho, sit down, for that work, hit my chirp nigga [Chorus: Shad da God] Let that money fly, fuck it, we done trapped to mars, boy When you swag like this, I got some hoes you can borrow, boy Bank roll bussin' out your pocket, we still call 'em thigh pads We the ones that broke the scale, servin' out the trap bag Bust 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 niggas, took they ass to swag class Super charged flying past, I'm just high, way on the gas [Post-Chorus: Jose Guapo] 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 [Verse 2: Shad da God] Yeah, we still turnt and we smokin' purp Big bro got Jamaican work, he said his chicken jerked Bend that lil trunk of [?], put 3.5 in the blunt I'm mixing Polo with the Prada, I do my own stunts First yall niggas sippin' Act', new lil' shit her ass fat And I found that money like that money shit got LoJack Me and guap and Metro yeah we go back, like four flat Say go and take it easy on your thumbs you count up munyun too much [Chorus: Shad da God] Let that money fly, fuck it, we done trapped to mars, boy When you swag like this, I got some hoes you can borrow, boy Bank roll bussin' out your pocket, we still call 'em thigh pads We the ones that broke the scale, servin' out the trap bag Bust 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 niggas, took they ass to swag class Super charged flying past, I'm just high, way on the gas [Post-Chorus: Jose Guapo] 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 (Metroski) [Outro] 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, cuz I'm ready I'm ready to get twerked on again