Still Turnt (Forever B$hot) Lyrics – Metro Boomin

Read the full Still Turnt (Forever B$hot) lyrics by Metro Boomin along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Metro Boomin’s music, you can also explore Drip BBQ and I Go, two other songs by Metro Boomin.

[Intro: Shad da God]
Still
(??)
Waking you up
Inform you
Still (Metro!)
Doing what we doing
Having what we having
Tell you, president

[Chorus: Shad da God]
Let that money fly, fu*k it, we done trapped to mars, boy
When you swag like this I got some hoes you can borrow, boy
Bank roll bussing out your pocket we still call ’em thigh pads
We the ones that broke the scale, serving out the trap bag
Let that money fly, fu*k it, we done trapped to mars, boy
When you swag like this I got some hoes you can borrow, boy
Bank roll bussing out your pocket we still call ’em thigh pads
We the ones that broke the scale, serving out the trap bag
Bus out, trapping in the water, then they coming back glad
It ain’t really nothing to this s*it n!gga, we just splash
Been a teacher to these n!gga, took they ass to swag class
Super charged flying past, (??) highway on the gas

[Post-Chorus]
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]
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
B!tch my life a movie, you know I’m living fast
Still lit, when they found me I was turnt n!gga
Did my first song when I was sixteen and it worked n!gga
Money, swag, Moncler, watch her twerk n!gga
Ho, sit down, for that work, hit my chirp n!gga

[Chorus: Shad da God]
Let that money fly, fu*k it, We done trapped to mars, boy
When you swag like this I got some hoes you can borrow, boy
Bank roll bussing out your pocket we still call ’em thigh pads
We the ones that broke the scale, serving out the trap bag
Bus out, trapping in the water, then they coming back glad
It ain’t really nothing to this s*it n!gga, we just splash
Been a teacher to these n!gga, took they ass to swag class
Super charged flying past, (??) highway on the gas

[Post-Chorus]
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 smoking purp
Big bro got Jamaican work he said his chicken jerk
Then that (??), put 3, 5 in the blunt
I’m mixing Polo with the Prada, I do my own stunts
First yall n!ggas sipping Act’, new lil’ s*it her ass fat
And I found that money like that money s*it got
LLoJack
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, fu*k it, we done trapped to mars, boy
When you swag like this I got some hoes you can borrow, boy
Bank roll bussin#x27; out your pocket we still call ’em thigh pads
We the ones that broke the scale, serving out the trap bag
Bus out, trapping in the water, then they coming back glad
It ain’t really nothing to this s*it n!gga, we just splash
Been a teacher to these n!gga, took they ass to swag class
Super charged flying past, (??) highway on the gas

[Post-Chorus]
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, wassuuuuup, wassuuuuup, bow, bow, bow
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 walking 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