BROTHER STONE Lyrics – Don Toliver

Read the full BROTHER STONE lyrics by Don Toliver along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Don Toliver’s music, you can also explore KRYPTONITE and INSIDE, two other songs by Don Toliver.

[Intro: Kodak Black]
Ayy, ayy, yeah

[Chorus: Kodak Black & Don Toliver]
Birds in the trap, they gon’ stink by tomorrow
Serving 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)
[Verse 1: Don Toliver & Sheck Wes]
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 pu*sy, yeah, finna come up (Uh)
Knocked her down on the bed and cocked that head, she a one-hit wonder (Yeah, b!tch)
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 s*it, I don’t know where I meet ya (Meet ya)
Tryna play tough guy and s*it, she know I come and see s*it
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

[Chorus: Kodak Black]
Yeah, birds in the trap, they gon’ stink by tomorrow
Serving 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

[Verse 2: Kodak Black]

B!tches say I’m ugly, they can kiss my ass
N!ggas hating on me but they copy my swag
Fu*k respect and love, as long as these n!ggas don’t do s*it to me
Throw shots all you want, as long as s*it’s not literally

[Verse 3: Don Toliver]
Pulling up, popping, dropping s*it (Let’s go)
Knowing I got the juice, got the bass and I got the kick
Sitting in five percent, she knowing I’m low, but you knowing I’m lit
Double it, triple it, stuck, it’s stuck, it’s stuck, whatever you get (Stuck)
It’s starting 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 s*it (No)
Lil’ baby, she want some more, but I ain’t finna give you s*it (Some more)
Might open up and close the door, but I ain’t finna give you— (Shh)

[Verse 4: Kodak Black]
Birds in the trap, they gon’ stink by tomorrow
Serving the Act’ out a baby bottle
Smoke a lot of K2, I don’t want no zaza
Whipping up the baby like goo-goo, ga-ga
Hip ’til I hop, then I rock and I roll
Soon I fu*ked 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 motherfu*king n!gga
CDawg, that’s my dawg, sometimes I call him Dawg C
Of all these other n!ggas, 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

[Chorus: Kodak Black]
Birds in the trap, they gon’ stink by tomorrow
Serving 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