BROTHER STONE – English Lyrics

• By: Don Toliver, Kodak Black
• Album: HARDSTONE PSYCHO

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, 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 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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