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Still Turnt (Forever B$hot)
Metro Boomin, Shad Da God, Jose Guapo, and DJ Spinz
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Still (Ayy, breakin' hearts)
I mean, over you up, breakin' you up (Just breakin' hearts)
Informin' you (Don't breakin' hearts)
Still (Breakin' hearts, Metro)
Do what we doin' (Breakin' hearts)
Havin' what we havin' (Breakin' hearts)
We so turnt up, we don't know what to do (Turnt, president)
Let that money fly, we in the trap, the morgue, boy (Trap)
When you swag like this, I got some shit you could borrow, boy (Swag)
Bankroll bustin' out your pocket, we
Still call 'em thigh pads (Thigh pads)
We the ones that broke the scale, servin' out
The trash bag (We the ones that broke the scale)
Let that money fly, we in the trap, the morgue, boy (Trap)
When you swag like this, I got some shit
You could borrow, boy (Swag, come on)
Bankroll bustin' out your pocket, we still call '
Em thigh pads (Sheesh, sheesh, sheesh, sheesh)
We the ones that broke the scale, servin' out the trash bag (Woo)
Once I drop it in the water, then
It's comin' back, glass (Back, glass)
You ain't really next to this shit (All
These niggas), we just splash (Splash)
Been a teacher to these niggas (Beat '
Em up), took they ass to swag class (Swag)
Supercharged flyin' past (Beat 'em up), I'm just
Halfway on the gas (Beat 'em up, beep, beep, beep)
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 (Turnt up)
Antique on my pants, them Trues gon' show her ass (True)
'08 Jim Jones ('08), Chrome Heart on my hat (Chrome Heart)
Goyard for the belt (Goyard), with the bag to match (Swag)
Bitch, my life a movie, you know I'm livin' fast
Still lit, when they found me, I was turnt (We still lit)
Did my first song when I was sixteen and it worked (My problem now)
Money swag, boom clap, watch her twerk (Boom, boom, clap)
Ho, sit down for that work, hit my chirp (Sit down)
Let that money fly, we in the trap, the morgue, boy (Trap)
When you swag like this, I got some shit you could borrow, boy (Swag)
Bankroll bustin' out your pocket, we still call '
Em thigh pads (Sheesh, sheesh, sheesh, sheesh)
We the ones that broke the scale, servin' out the trash bag (Woo)
Once I drop it in the water, then
It's comin' back, glass (Back, glass)
You ain't really next to this shit (All
These niggas), we just splash (Splash)
Been a teacher to these niggas (Beat '
Em up), took they ass to swag class (Swag)
Supercharged flyin' past (Beat 'em up), I'm just
Halfway on the gas (Beat 'em up, beep, beep, beep)
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 (Turnt up)
Yeah, we still turnt and we smoke a pound (Yeah, we smoke)
Big bro got Jamaican work, he say his chick get jerked (Jerked)
Denali truck on shacks (Shacks)
Put three-five in the blunt (The blunt)
I'm mixin' Polo with the Prada, I do my own stunts (My own stunts)
First young nigga sippin' Act'
New lil' nigga, her ass fat
And I found that money like that money
Fuckin' got LoJacked (I found it)
Me and Guap and Metro, yeah, we go back like four flat (Four flat)
Say, "God, take it easy on your thug
You countin' up money, you ain't too much"
Let that money fly, we in the trap, the morgue, boy (Trap)
When you swag like this, I got some shit you could borrow, boy (Swag)
Bankroll bustin' out your pocket, we still call '
Em thigh pads (Sheesh, sheesh, sheesh, sheesh)
We the ones that broke the scale, servin' out the trash bag (Woo)
Once I drop it in the water, then
It's comin' back, glass (Back, glass)
You ain't really next to this shit (All
These niggas), we just splash (Splash)
Been a teacher to these niggas (Beat '
Em up), took they ass to swag class (Swag)
Supercharged flyin' past (Beat 'em up), I'm just
Halfway on the gas (Beat 'em up, beep, beep, beep)
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 (Turnt up)
Metro, ski
Me and Guap and Metro, yeah, we go back like four flat
Let that money fly, we in the trap, the morgue
When you swag like this, when you swag like this
Ayy, 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 and we need some of that J Money
First name, last name
Some of that what's up, what's up, 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 pussy-ass music
I'm tired of these girls walkin' in 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?
YNs, look, we tryna have fun in the club
We ain't tryna worry about gettin' 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
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