Pita Roll

Lyrics

[Intro] Woo, woo, woo! Fyuhh Woo, woo, woo! Fyuhh [Chorus] Just like a bird, I'm fly as it get YSL fit, I went cheetah print I'm stylin' Givenchy, got sick of the Rick I ain't trustin' a soul, I keep me a blick My bitch a brat, she spoiled as it get Don't get what she want, she throwin' a fit Cream soda, I just poured a four in that bitch Play wit' my brother, you get pita rolled in this bitch (Boaw) Get pita rolled (Boaw, boaw) Get pita rolled (Boaw, boaw) Get pita rolled (Boaw, boaw) Play wit' my brother, you get pita rolled in this bitch (Boaw) I ride wit' my dog, just like Michael Vick Cream soda, I just poured a four in that bitch Geeked the fuck up, I might fall on the floor in this bitch I know you a addict, the way that you holdin' that stick [Verse] Top floor, boolin' in the bando Lieutenant Smook, I'm like head honcho I'll get you knocked out for a shh- Get you knocked out for a huncho They four deep, they hopped out of Tahoes These niggas, they pussy, El Gato We knocking the beef out your taco Drop your lo', I'll be there pronto We militant, just like the Taliban On too many drugs, I might never land Fucked a opp that say she my biggest fan I'm the whole plug, never been middleman I'm thumbing these racks, like a fiddle, man I chew up the Perc, like a Skittle, man I'm a veteran, you just a little man Slide on that boy, like the doors on a minivan I'm sticking and moving, it's simple, man You could get popped like a pimple, man Ain't got no dimples, I'll give you some dimples, man Face shot, we hit the temple, man Got pink slips, this not a rental, man I got plenty munyun on my itinerary Whole gang know we got racks on us AMG coupe got neon guts Ride a bitch quick, 'cause she do too much She stylin' all day, don't rock the new stuff These niggas, they broke, gonna get them a crutch Matched with my placement, two hunnid for lunch I don't wanna fake it 'cause this not a [?] I'm blowing biscotti, yeah, I blew the runtz I slide by myself, yeah, I do my own stunts You know I'm a loose screw, you know I go nuts [Chorus] Just like a bird, I'm fly as it get YSL fit, I went cheetah print I'm stylin' Givenchy, got sick of the Rick I ain't trustin' a soul, I keep me a blick My bitch a brat, she spoiled as it get Don't get what she want, she throwin' a fit Cream soda, I just poured a four in that bitch Play wit' my brother, you get pita rolled in this bitch (Boaw) Get pita rolled (Boaw, boaw) Get pita rolled (Boaw, boaw) Get pita rolled (Boaw, boaw) Play wit' my brother, you get pita rolled in this bitch (Boaw) I ride wit' my dog, just like Michael Vick Cream soda, I just poured a four in that bitch Geeked the fuck up, I might fall on the floor in this bitch I know you a addict, the way that you holdin' that stick