BIRDS lyrics

[Verse 1: Mehki Raine]:
Birds eye view, I look at the game and I’ve got that sh*t on lock 
Pull up with sticks and Glocks, wasting my time we racing the clock (Let's go)
Richard Millie, yeah you seeing it glisten, and the VV’s they shine on my watch
n*ggas be snitching, this sh*t turning federal, slime turn to the cops (Slatt slatt)
Knots in my jeans don't f*ck with Supreme, Chrome Hearts on me (Woah woah woah)
My b*tch want Celine, her daily routine, we Goyard shopping (Woo)
These n*ggas so worried 'bout me but need to go worry 'bout pockets
Stereotypical n*gga you need to just quit need to just stop it (Woah)
I got this rocket on me shooting this sh*t like Harden (Fa fa fa)
I'm off this perc 10 sh*t got me movin' retarded
AMG boys yeah, you know we push to start it (Vroom)
Murakami all in her bed, b*tch welcome to the garden

[Verse 2: Armani]:
XO that b*tch like The Weeknd we on it
Yeah we do it often
I just walked into the club with codeine my system and I put that lil b*tch up off it
Number one shooter like Tracy McGrady he step up and shoot like he startin
Me and Mehki in the Ghost or the Phantom it depend whichever the stars in
That mean whichever the car we in
She got cocaine in her nose and she think that she gnarly
And I keep my B’s behind me like I’m Cardi
n*ggas they next door like party
I keep a camera on her like she Carti
f*ck in the dark, babygirl body is lookin like art, diamonds all wet like they came from a shark, yeah
I’m with lil Daisy, sippin on red got me brazy, sippin on red got me lazy
I love the way that b*tch brain me, how could you blame
My money taller than KD, sippin on Houston no Katy
Throw the racks on the air, Tom Brady