Ayy, ayy, yeah
00:05
Birds in the trap, they gon' stink by tomorrow
00:07
Servin' the Act' out a baby bottle
00:10
Don't tell me, "Shut up", you are not my boss
00:13
Turned up so much, now I just can't turn off
00:16
Don't call me back since you can't answer when I call ya
00:19
Daddy was a rolling stone, I get it from my father
00:22
Chains so heavy that I can't wear all 'em
00:25
She know I was a devil 'cause I wear a lot of Prada (Yee, ooh, ooh)
00:28
Twin fifteens in the back of the old school lot, but you know it ain't dumb enough
00:33
Shawty on the fifteenth floor in the paint with her pussy, yeah, finna come up (Uh)
00:36
Knocked her down on the bed and cocked that head, she a one-hit wonder (Yeah, bitch)
00:39
A big ol' bag today, it's me, oh, yeah, boy, you better go keep up (Ooh, ooh)
00:42
Got my Glockie clipped to the hip just like a goddamn beeper (Beeper)
00:45
Shawty all in my face and shit, I don't know where I meet ya (Meet ya)
00:48
Tryna play tough guy and shit, she know I come and see shit
00:51
They gon' try to take it all, try to put some fear in me
00:54
My nine millimeter, that's my damn security
00:57
HardStone president, you more like Hillary (You more like Hillary)
01:00
I paint the picture vividly, she love my imagery
01:03
Yeah, birds in the trap, they gon' stink by tomorrow
01:08
Servin' the Act' out a baby bottle
01:11
Don't tell me, "Shut up", you are not my boss
01:14
Turned up so much, now I just can't turn off
01:17
Don't call me back since you can't answer when I call ya
01:20
Daddy was a rolling stone, I get it from my father
01:24
Chains so heavy that I can't wear all 'em
01:26
She know I was a devil 'cause I wear a lot of Prada
01:30
Bitches say I'm ugly, they can kiss my ass
01:33
Niggas hatin' on me but they copy my swag
01:36
Fuck respect and love, as long as these niggas don't do shit to me
01:39
Throw shots all you want, as long as shit's not literally
01:42
Pullin' up, poppin', droppin' shit (Let's go)
01:44
Knowin' I got the juice, got the bass and I got the kick
01:47
Sittin' in five percent, she knowin' I'm low, but you knowin' I'm lit
01:49
Double it, triple it, stuck, it's stuck, it's stuck, whatever you get (Stuck)
01:52
It's startin' to smell like a brick, it's live, it sound like a hit
01:55
And five percent on the Wraith, I ain't finna give you shit (No)
01:59
Lil' baby, she want some more, but I ain't finna give you shit (Some more)
02:02
Might open up and close the door, but I ain't finna give you— (Shh)
02:05
Birds in the trap, they gon' stink by tomorrow
02:09
Servin' the Act' out a baby bottle
02:12
Smoke a lot of K2, I don't want no zaza
02:15
Whippin' up the baby like goo-goo, ga-ga
02:19
Hip 'til I hop, then I rock and I roll
02:22
Soon I fucked that thot, I make her dip like 'Lo
02:25
Diplo on the beat but I think Skip did this one
02:28
Dyryk Spanish, but that's still my motherfuckin' nigga
02:31
CDawg, that's my dawg, sometimes I call him Dawg C
02:34
Of all these other niggas, why you wanna love me?
02:37
I started this in juvi', I don't let down my collar
02:40
Even when I grew up, I just wanna be a robber
02:43
Birds in the trap, they gon' stink by tomorrow
02:46
Servin' the Act' out a baby bottle
02:49
Don't tell me, "Shut up", you are not my boss
02:52
Turned up so much, now I just can't turn off
02:55
Don't call me back since you can't answer when I call ya
02:58
Daddy was a rolling stone, I get it from my father
03:01
Chains so heavy that I can't wear all 'em
03:04
She know I was a devil 'cause I wear a lot of Prada
03:07
03:10
BROTHER STONE – English Lyrics
By
Don Toliver, Kodak Black
Album
HARDSTONE PSYCHO
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Lyrics & Translation
'BROTHER STONE' by Don Toliver featuring Kodak Black is an excellent song for anyone looking to immerse themselves in contemporary English hip-hop. Its gritty atmosphere and compelling narrative of personal struggles and resilience offer a rich vocabulary related to urban experiences and self-discovery. You can learn about modern slang and idiomatic expressions, while appreciating the dynamic flows and storytelling techniques that make this track a standout.
[English]
Ayy, ayy, yeahBirds 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 fifteens in the back of the old school lot, but you know it ain't dumb enough
Shawty on the fifteenth 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
Dyryk 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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