Knucks, C3llyPizzaz - Birds Eye lyrics

Oh I'm sorry man
That was the keys to the Bentley
Na I'm fucking about but you know
 right now I'm on my third
Bottle of Cristal and
We're about to go into that smooth talk
You know
That talk for the mountains, where the
Reindeers is really in your view
Like it's Christmas

I see you sitting up your tree
Who you shitting on? Not me
Watching you fly, now you overseas
Girl you fly but got no money g, she a bird
I pree she a bird make you catch a bird
Pree the way she tweet and she chirps
Tryna get paid, she a bird
Never find a big enough cage for a bird

Ever since I met her in West
Headache and stress
Starting alright, now everyting left
Pouring out my heart but she never impressed
The devil wears Prada and
A leopard-print dress
Gifts and couture, Cristian Dior
Red soles underneath her kicks that I bought
Had enough to say don't buy her shit anymore
Like she never seen the ten gifts from before
Can you imagine? Can't tell the mandem
And I mark up my balance open up the car
You can starve with the manners
Should've never given pasta to the badders
Can't get it back, Lasagna and that
Come to find she living with
Her Marge in the flats
Expensive taste but she can't pay the tax
Carboot seller made it all off the backs

I see you sitting up your tree
Who you shitting on? Not me
Watching you fly, now you overseas
Girl you fly but got no money g, she a bird
I pree she a bird make you catch a bird
Pree the way she tweet and she chirps
Tryna get paid, she a bird
Never find a big enough cage for a bird

Now she wanna see me ya na?
Knuck was on the scene, it ain't easy ya na?
She lethal B, I'm finna leave it ya na?
Tell her 'Hey girl, we can't be together'
Had to run a red, we had trees in the car
Pull up at the green and we took a quick left
But guess who I seen when we end up in West
Had a new weave and a leopard-print dress
And she had some next yute wid her
From the way it look it
Weren't her nephew wid her
Dame's all the same in the end, few differ
They think you run a game
When they get too inner
I'm through through with her
I ain't gonna chat more
Backtrack to her Snapchat, doing dashboard
And you think we're being trashed more?
See she growing wings and I'm
Spinning out the back door

I see you sitting up your tree
Who you shitting on? Not me
Watching you fly, now you overseas
Girl you fly but got no money g, she a bird
I pree she a bird make you catch a bird
Pree the way she tweet and she chirps
Tryna get paid, she a bird
Never find a big enough cage for a bird