album cover
artist
Birdie
Birdcall
Hip-Hop/Rap
Birdcall was released on July 24, 2025 by Birdie as a part of the album Fly Talk, Vol. 1
album cover
AlbumFly Talk, Vol. 1
Release DateJuly 24, 2025
LabelBirdie
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Birdie
Birdie
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bilal Bennett
Bilal Bennett
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bilal Bennett
Bilal Bennett
Producer

Lyrics

Intro
Every crew got a signal.
Ours ain’t words — it’s whistles.
Say less... move more.
---
Hook:
That’s the bird call — better watch who you speakin’ on.
That’s the bird call — got soldiers who be creepin’ long.
Low tones, no phones, just knocks and a secret tone,
Movin’ like the mob, but we cleaner when the heat is on.
That’s the bird call — I don’t talk, I just give a nod.
That’s the bird call — GPS off, but I’m still the god.
Say less, play chess, I don’t flex for no TikTok,
They chirpin’ on the net — I’m whistlin’ from the pitch block.
---
Verse 1:
Eyes low, tone calm — but the room get tense,
Say a word wrong, and it’s go — no rinse.
I don’t flash no strap, but the vibe say war,
Every handshake tight — but I’m checkin’ they core.
Whistles in the wind, that ain’t birds, that’s code,
If you know, then you know — we don’t talk on the road.
Triple-sealed on the pack, and the driver don’t speak,
Left the car on the block — just circle for a week.
Movin’ like the pastor, but I’m preachin’ with grams,
Outta town play — had to meet ‘em in vans.
I don’t flex for the Gram, I just flex when it’s time,
Put a bag on the play, now the city look mine.
---
Hook:
(Whistle!) That’s the bird call — better watch who you speakin’ on.
(Whistle!) That’s the bird call — got soldiers who be creepin’ long.
Low tones, no phones, just knocks and a secret tone,
Movin’ like the mob, but we cleaner when the heat is on.
(Whistle!) That’s the bird call — I don’t talk, I just give a nod.
(Whistle!) That’s the bird call — GPS off, but I’m still the god.
Say less, play chess, I don’t flex for no TikTok,
They chirpin’ on the net — I’m whistlin’ from the pitch block.
---
Verse 2:
Every move pre-set like a silent alarm,
I don’t run with no flinch, just violence and charm.
Told shorty play safe — this ain’t regular love,
If they slide on the set, she gon’ stash what it was.
Whistled twice on the line, now they flippin’ the load,
Ain’t no names on the docs, just initials and codes.
I done ducked task force, left traps in the breeze,
Still eatin’ off a call like a falcon at ease.
See, the suit got tailored, but the roots stay street,
Every step on the rug got some mud underneath.
They be talkin’ in tweets — we just talk through the fall,
Drop a pin, drop a bag — then I drop a bird call.
---
No names.
No tags.
No face on the cam when we slide with the bags.
One nod — it’s done.
No flex, no fuss, just funds.
That’s the call — that’s the drop.
That’s the sound when the motion don’t stop.
I don’t need to explain no plot...
I just whistle, and they clear the block.
---
That’s the bird call — better watch who you speakin’ on.
That’s the bird call — got soldiers who be creepin’ long.
Low tones, no phones, just knocks and a secret tone,
Movin’ like the mob, but we cleaner when the heat is on.
That’s the bird call — I don’t talk, I just give a nod.
That’s the bird call — GPS off, but I’m still the god.
Say less, play chess, I don’t flex for no TikTok,
They chirpin’ on the net — I’m whistlin’ from the pitch block.
Written by: Bilal Bennett

Shazam Footer

Select language:

Company

Legal

Google Play Store
Apple App Store
Chrome Web Store
Galaxy Store

Follow Us

© Copyright 2026 Apple Inc. and its affiliates | Supplier Responsibility
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out􀆄 copy􀐅􀋲

Loading...