Lyrics BROTHER STONE (FEAT. KODAK BLACK) - Kodak Black , Don Toliver
Ay,
ay,
yeah
Birds
in
the
trap,
they
gon'
stink
by
tomorrow
Servin'
the
Act'
out
a
baby
bottle
Don't
tell
me,
"Shut
up,"
you
are
not
my
boss
Turned
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
rolling
stone,
I
get
it
from
my
father
Chains
so
heavy
that
I
can't
wear
all
'em
She
know
I
was
a
devil
'cause
I
wear
a
lot
of
Prada
(yee,
ooh,
ooh)
Twin
15's
in
the
back
of
the
old
school
lot,
but
you
know
it
ain't
dumb
enough
Shawty
on
the
15
floor
in
the
paint
with
her
pussy,
yeah,
finna
come
up
(uh)
Knocked
her
down
on
the
bed
and
cocked
that
head,
she
a
one-hit
wonder
(yeah,
bitch)
A
big
ol'
bag
today,
it's
me,
oh,
yeah,
boy,
you
better
go
keep
up
(ooh,
ooh)
Got
my
Glockie
clipped
to
the
hip
just
like
a
goddamn
beeper
(beeper)
Shawty
all
in
my
face
and
shit,
I
don't
know
where
I
meet
ya
(meet
ya)
Tryna
play
tough
guy
and
shit,
she
know
I
come
and
see
shit
They
gon'
try
to
take
it
all,
try
to
put
some
fear
in
me
My
nine
millimeter,
that's
my
damn
security
Hardstone
president,
you
more
like
Hillary
(you
more
like
Hillary)
I
paint
the
picture
vividly,
she
love
my
imagery
Yeah,
birds
in
the
trap,
they
gon'
stink
by
tomorrow
Servin'
the
Act'
out
a
baby
bottle
Don't
tell
me,
"Shut
up,"
you
are
not
my
boss
Turned
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
rolling
stone,
I
get
it
from
my
father
Chains
so
heavy
that
I
can't
wear
all
'em
She
know
I
was
a
devil
'cause
I
wear
a
lot
of
Prada
Bitches
say,
"I'm
ugly",
they
can
kiss
my
ass
Niggas
hatin'
on
me
but
they
copy
my
swag
Fuck
respect
and
love,
as
long
as
these
niggas
don't
do
shit
to
me
Throw
shots
all
you
want,
as
long
as
shit's
not
literally
Pullin'
up,
poppin',
droppin'
shit
(let's
go)
Knowin'
I
got
the
juice,
got
the
bass
and
I
got
the
kick
Sittin'
in
five
percent,
she
knowin'
I'm
low,
but
you
knowin'
I'm
lit
Double
it,
triple
it,
stuck,
it's
stuck,
it's
stuck,
whatever
you
get
(stuck)
It's
startin'
to
smell
like
a
brick,
it's
live,
it
sound
like
a
hit
And
five
percent
on
the
Wraith,
I
ain't
finna
give
you
shit
(no)
Lil'
baby,
she
want
some
more,
but
I
ain't
finna
give
you
shit
(some
more)
Might
open
up
and
close
the
door,
but
I
ain't
finna
give
you-
(shh)
Birds
in
the
trap,
they
gon'
stink
by
tomorrow
Servin'
the
Act'
out
a
baby
bottle
Smoke
a
lot
of
K2,
I
don't
want
no
zaza
Whippin'
up
the
baby
like
goo-goo,
ga-ga
Hip
'til
I
hop,
then
I
rock
and
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
motherfuckin'
nigga
CDawg,
that's
my
dawg,
sometimes
I
call
him
Dawg
C
Of
all
these
other
niggas,
why
you
wanna
love
me?
I
started
this
in
juvi',
I
don't
let
down
my
collar
Even
when
I
grew
up,
I
just
wanna
be
a
robber
Birds
in
the
trap,
they
gon'
stink
by
tomorrow
Servin'
the
Act'
out
a
baby
bottle
Don't
tell
me,
"Shut
up,"
you
are
not
my
boss
Turned
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
rolling
stone,
I
get
it
from
my
father
Chains
so
heavy
that
I
can't
wear
all
'em
She
know
I
was
a
devil
'cause
I
wear
a
lot
of
Prada
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