Don Toliver - Brother Stone Feat Kodak Black Lyrics

Yeah, ayy, yeah

Birds in the trap, they gon' stink by tomorrow
Servin' the Act', I debate three bottles
Don't tell me: Shut up, you are not my boss
Turn up so much, now I just can't turn off
Don't call me back since you can't answer when I call ya
Daddy was a Rollin' Stone, I get it from my father
Chain so heavy that I can't wear all 'em
She know I was a devil 'cause I wear a lotta Prada (Yee, ooh)

Two seats, sittin' in the back of the old school lot
But you know it ain't dumb enough
Shawty on the fence, she floatin'
Playin' with her pussy, yeah, finna come up (Uh)
Knocked her down on the bed
Copped that head, she a one-hit wonder (Yeah, bitch)
A big ol' bag today, up, yeah
Boy better go keep up
Got my Glockie clipped to the hip just like a goddamn beeper
Shawty all hard in her face and shit, I don't know where I meet ya'
Tryna play tough guy and shit, she know I come decease ya'
They gon' try to take it all, come and put some fear in me
My 9 millimeter, that's my damn security
HardStone president, she roll like Hillary
I paint the picture vividly, she love my imagery

Birds in the trap, they gon' stink by tomorrow
Servin' the Act', I debate three bottles
Don't tell me: Shut up, you are not my boss
Turn up so much, now I just can't turn off
Don't call me back since you can't answer when I call ya'
Daddy was a Rollin' Stone, I get it from my father
Chain so heavy that I can't wear all 'em
She know I was a devil 'cause I wear a lotta Prada

Bitches say I'm ugly, they could kiss my ass
Niggas hatin' on me but they copy my swag
Fuck respect and love, lonely niggas don't do shit to me
Throwin' shots all you want, just know that shit's not literally

Pullin' up, poppin', droppin' shit (Let's go)
Knowin' I got the hits, got the bass and I got the kick
75 percent, she knowin' I'm low but she knowin' I'm lit
Double and triple it, stuck, it's stuck, it's stuck, whatever you get
It's startin' to smell like a brick, it's startin' to sound like a hit
That five percent on my ring, I ain't finna give you shit
Lil' baby, she want some more, but I ain't finna give you shit

Birds in the trap, they gon' stink by tomorrow
Servin' the Act', I debate three bottles
Smoke a lotta K2, I don't want no Zaza
Rippin' up the baby like goo-goo ga-ga
Hip till I hop, then I rock till I roll
Soon I fucked that thot I make her dip like 'Lo
Diplo on the beat but I think Skip did this one
Darius Spanish but that's still my muhfuckin' nigga
CDawg, that's my dawg, sometimes I call him Dawg C
Of all these other niggas, why you ain't love me?
I started this in juvi', I don't let down my collar
Even when I grow up I just wanna be a robber

Birds in the trap, they gon' stink by tomorrow
Servin' the Act', I debate three bottles
Don't tell me: Shut up, you are not my boss
Turn up so much, now I just can't turn off
Don't call me back since you can't answer when I call ya'
Daddy was a Rollin' Stone, I get it from my father
Chain so heavy that I can't wear all 'em
She know I was a devil 'cause I wear a lotta Prada