Untitled* lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
Metro!

[Verse 1]
Don’t know to many n*ggas that survived off the face shot
Every time a n*gga die you’ll feel a raindrop
In the club it’s plenty shootouts when the bass drop
They left [?] off the feds he caught a bank robbery
Just gave my dawg a L and he ain’t sorry
I know a b*tch got top 3 head and she hate sloppy
Selling nicks and dimes for my day job
How the f*ck you think it’s cool to smoke a lace blunt
They used their child support money to buy a lace front
And I adapted to your lifestyle while you name dropped
I was tired of n*ggas telling me I ain’t hot
I told metro we going up 50 whenever this tape drop
You can’t name a block in the city folksnem ain’t rob
I’m from where they count you out
Even tho you ain’t charged

[Chorus]
Jump off the porch
Go DJ, Durk and Metro want some more
Street n*ggas worldwide
Boominati not the Illuminati
Trenches I love my city
Man they telling everywhere
Free the guys and the chain gang
Blood, sweat and tears for sure for sure
Everybody getting shot