Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kodak Black
Vocals
Don Toliver
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bill Kapri
Songwriter
Caleb Toliver
Songwriter
Derek “206derek” Anderson
Songwriter
Edgar Ferrera
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Derek “206derek” Anderson
Recording Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
SkipOnDaBeat
Producer
Stefanccino
Producer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Ayy, ayy, yeah
[Chorus]
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)
[Verse 1]
Twin fifteens in the back of the old school lot, but you know it ain't dumb enough
Shawty on the fifteenth floor in there playin' with her ****, 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 **** 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
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 2]
**** say I'm ugly, they can kiss my ****
**** 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 **** not literally
[Verse 3]
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 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 **** (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)
[Verse 4]
Birds in the trap, they gon' stink by tomorrow
Servin' the **** 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 **** that ****, I make her dip like 'Lo
Diplo on the beat but I think Skip did this one
Dyryk 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 grew up, I just wanna be a robber
[Chorus]
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
Written by: Bill Kapri, Caleb Toliver, Derek “206derek” Anderson, Edgar Ferrera, Filip Dariusz Stefanczyk