Stuntin Like My Brudda (feat. BloodHound Q50)

[Intro: Bloodhound Q50]

Long live my brother, we did kill your bitch-ass brother

[Verse 1: JB Binladen]

Go, you know how we rocking out

I ain't tryna talk, but I'll give them something to talk about

Shooters in the crib, we in this bitch like it's Obama house

We used to kick doors, but now the paper come in large amounts

Niggas laced (Laced)

Lil bro bounce out with Drac'

Had us strip him for his kit

Was mad as fuck, his shit was fake

Ay, I can make one call and they gon' step like a parade

I'm Bin Laden, this bitch go off, it's gon' sound like a grenade

I be stuntin' like my brudda

I don't really know my pops

Forever getting that fuck the opps

We really got this bitch on lock

[Verse 2: Bloodhound Q50]

Go, go, go

Wе really got this bitch on lock

I'm known for putting shit on Spot

I'm known for putting shit on Fox, bitch

Free Lil Scoom, I wish he had a bond, so I can bond him out

I can't chase no bitch

I only chasе that pape, they chasin' clout

These niggas ducking beef

Me and my niggas we still be stakin' out

I'll pop up in the V

I'll get the job done for a small amount

I'm dumping fetty, got more money then my daddy

Bust down AP, fuck that Presi'

Run up on me, shit get deadly

Fucked six hoes in two days in the telly

With no condom, hot and ready

Running hoes, me and Jeffery, youngest turnt niggas in the bity

[Verse 3: JB Binladen]

My bitch she want Chanelly

10 milli' in my Pelle (My Pelle)

High-speed bitch I'm with Snaily

100 bags them bitches smelly

If you ain't got no pape or took a face

Then you can't tell me shit

I'll come and take that shit myself

Don't try to mail me shit (Scoom)

Brand new Glock, this bitch cost eleven-hundred

Tryna walk a nigga down in some new Louie runners

What they doing, waitin' on us, 'cause them niggas lost?

Your bitch keep callin' my phone but I keep brushin' her off

[Verse 4: BloodHound Q50, Bloodhound Q50 & JB Binladen]

I be stuntin' like my brother

I don't really know my dad

Got 200 on the dash

SVR, this bitch a Jag'

I hopped out, I left my mask

Shoot the V until he crash

Long live Jeff, we had a blast

Known for givin' niggas headstones

A loyal bitch a gemstone

Pop out, Ricky Vans on

I still'll get the grams gone

Louie shirt, my pants Chrome

Spent 4K on some Timberlands

Q50 bitch, I'm still hands on

The opps like they forgot that I'm the reason that they mans gone

[Verse 5: JB Binladen]

A nigga play, it's gon' be funerals and sad songs

Some of these niggas go against the gang and they don't last long

You probably texting that lil' bitch like "Bring yo ass home"

And I got on buddy watch right now its getting its dance on (Scoom)

Brand new Glock, this bitch cost eleven hundred

[Outro: JB Binladen]

Dare y'all niggas spin a block, tryna put a nigga under

What we doing? getting money, you lil niggas soft

Bloodhound, you can't fuck with this shit

Bitch, we some dogs

(Alright)