BROTHER STONE (FEAT. KODAK BLACK)

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 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