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