ฟังเพลงBROTHER STONE (FEAT. KODAK BLACK)

BROTHER STONE (FEAT. KODAK BLACK) (Clean) - Don Toliver/Kodak Black

Lyrics by：Caleb Toliver/Bill Kapri/Edgar Ferrera/Derek "206derek" Anderson

Produced by：SkipOnDaBeat

Ayy ayy yeah

Birds in the trap they gon' stink by tomorrow

Servin' the Act' I done baked three bottles

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 p***y

Yeah finna come up

Uh

Knocked her down on the bed and cocked that head

She a one-hit wonder

Yeah *****

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 ****

I don't know where I meet ya

Meet ya

Tryna play tough guy and ****

She know I come and see ****

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' I done baked three bottles

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

******* say I'm ugly they can kiss my a*s

Hatin' on me but they copy my swag

**** respect and love as long as these don't do **** to me

Throw shots all you want as long as ****'s not literally

Pullin' up poppin' droppin' ****

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 and 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 my Wraith I ain't finna give you ****

No

Lil' baby she want some more but I ain't finna give you ****

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' I done baked three bottles

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 ****** that thot I make her dip like 'Lo

Diplo want the beat but I think Skip did this one

Darius Spanish but that's still my *************

CDawg that's my dawg sometimes I call him Dawg C

Of all these other why you wanna love me

I started this in juvi' I don't let down my collar

Even when I grow up I just wanna be a robber

Birds in the trap they gon' stink by tomorrow

Servin' the Act' I done baked three bottles

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