​stones lyrics

[Intro: kurtains]
Don't f*ck with my bros (Don't f*ck with me)

[Chorus: kurtains]
Yeah, don't f*ck around
'Cause I brought the sticks, I brought the stones
I put the chopper right up to your dome
You know the Chrome, it's bleeding your nose
I ain't got time, for none of these hoes
Pull up with a strap, I'm makin' 'em fold
Makin' 'em dance, makin' them diddy though
Big racks, I stuff in my Fendi bag
Feel like a Xan, hop in my outside
I got a check, checking my vibe out
Running your mouth, end up in a Volvo
Yeah, I'm posted with angelus, all up in a beamer
Yeah, I make 'em run, I make 'em scream, ah

[Verse 1: angelus]
I got the racks, I know that you see it
He want a verse, said he gotta buy it
You want the smoke, then you come and get it
Step on my money, yeah, I'm on the midget
You copped a beat, don't act like we kickin' it
Rub on your head, I know that you feeling this
I got my bands up, yeah, I made it
Off of this gas, I'm feeling so faded
Poppin' first like faded black hair
I got the Moncler on my jacket
He thought he was up, but he used to crack it
[Verse 2: ONE YEAR]
Dirty, dirty, dirty in my cup, oh, yeah
Promise you, I don't give a f*ck, no way
Sometimes I just care too much, okay
Please just take all of my love away
Racks on me, yeah, I count it
Don't need an accountant
Three bands in my trousers
Pop another downer

[Verse 3: kurtains]
Talkin' down, I make they ass run
All talk, I don't need no gun
Always thinking 'bout me
Talk, talk about me
Yeah, you a fan
You getting scared 'cause I'm makin' checks, 'cause I'm makin' bread
How I'm doing this sh*t, you never see, you'll never hear, yeah
Why you all in my face?
See me succeed, now you're all getting p*ssed
You get so mad, keep having these fits
While I'm in the back, chill out with my space
With my bros

[Chorus: kurtains]
Yeah, don't f*ck around
'Cause I brought the sticks, I brought the stones
I put the chopper right up to your dome
You know the Chrome, it's bleeding your nose
I ain't got time, for none of these hoes
Pull up with a strap, I'm makin' 'em fold
Makin' 'em dance, makin' them diddy though
Big racks, I stuff in my Fendi bag
Feel like a Xan, hop in my outside
I got a check, checking my vibe out
Running your mouth, end up in a Volvo
Yeah, I'm posted with angelus, all up in a beamer
Yeah, I make 'em run, I make 'em scream, ah