Gang NM lyrics

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

[Verse 1: Young Bull]
Talk money, n*gga, we ain't finna go there
Who them bum n*ggas 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 n*ggas gettin' money, is that why n*ggas scarеd?
We know the real truth, f*ck what n*ggas talkin' 'bout
You ain't never booked a n*gga or ran up in no house
I got potential, had to settle down, I'm rappin' now
Quick to Brett Favre a n*gga for the right amount
Hoppin' out, taste the double deckers, yeah, we on his house
Told a stupid n*gga watch his mouth, why you standin' stout?
What's that talkin' on the 'Gram sh*t about? You won't get no clout
Bleed the block, if he diss, we gon' give him rounds
[Chorus: Young Bull]
Gang and them, we just bled the whole block
Ninety shells made his body Milly Rock
I keep it on me, n*gga, 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, n*gga, we ain't finna box
Stupid chop had him runnin' up the block

[Verse 3: Blue Pesos]
He said we duckin' from the beef, n*gga, who scared?
Ridin' with a mopstick, opps gettin' flu flammed
All attachments on the stick cost me four bands
This sh*t exclusive, mixin' fashion, these expensive brands
Lend a helpin' hand, I'm only handin' out a hundred rounds
Soak a n*gga up for slick talkin', we gon' get him drowned
Dough knockin', bopped on Mei Ling, she ain't hear a sound
Gang and them be hoppin' out them trucks, can you stand your ground?
How you feelin' now? Ain't no askin' for no peace treaty
He beatin' on his b*tch 'cause she only blast the Stinc Team
Make a chink bleed, anything to get my pockets fat
n*ggas better not play with the Mussle, we brought hella gats

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