Gang NM Young Bull (Ft. OTM)

[Chorus: Young Bull]
Gang and them, we just bled the whole block
Ninety shells made his body Milly Rock
I keep it on me, nigga, we ain't finna box
Stupid chop had him runnin' up the block
Gang and them, we just bled the whole block
Ninety shells made his body Milly Rock
I keep it on me, nigga, we ain't finna box
Stupid chop had him runnin' up the block

[Verse 1: Young Bull]
Talk money, nigga, we ain't finna go there
Who them bum niggas starin' drinkin' Belaire?
I'm sippin' codeine, spillin' on my Moncler
I'm from the Stinc Team and we ain't finna go there

[Verse 2: Duffy]
If you ain't talkin' 'bout no money, I do not care
Hoppin' gates in Christian Loubs, I got two pair
The competition gеttin' skunked, this is not fair
Young niggas gettin' money, is that why niggas scarеd?
We know the real truth, fuck what niggas talkin' 'bout
You ain't never booked a nigga or ran up in no house
I got potential, had to settle down, I'm rappin' now
Quick to Brett Favre a nigga for the right amount
Hoppin' out, taste the double deckers, yeah, we on his house
Told a stupid nigga watch his mouth, why you standin' stout?
What's that talkin' on the 'Gram shit about? You won't get no clout
Bleed the block, if he diss, we gon' give him rounds