[Lyric] PITA (M1ke Lori)

Me and my yeezy ace!!
Get that bread like pita
Been in the pan I’m Peter p
It’s a red light szn
I’m in that non believer
That mean I’m in the demon


I ain’t wake up in a cati
I woke up with bitches by me
I got water she tsunami
I ain’t kidding

I don’t know if this versace
I got drip, but I’m solid
Roll up planes I’m the pilot- you ain’t hitting it
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You don’t know about my losses
That ain’t bay that bitch was toxic
When I ain’t have it I had got it
I was trapping working the office
In the bay these niggas salty
Get the face card fore you call me
Ima smoke and get this money


I just cop some gas it got me jittery. Swerve
My ex friends making sure that bitch remember me, heard
Turn this ounce to CO2 I’m doing chemistry
Blunt long as conversation, that’s’ wizardry
Fumble up the sound I don’t think they really hearing me, I light the loud and see colors like filary
I bought the planes, bout to take a trip to Philippines
Diamonds come from so and so: but idk Kimberly


I put gold in the grill. Wood gripping the wheel
This ain’t ol school, shorty got a new car smell
Gimme head while I’m driving, I can center myself
Get that nut fore I go- I keep taking a left

(Chorus)

Me and my yeezy ace!!
Get that bread like pita
Been in the pan I’m Peter p
It’s a red light szn
I’m in that non believer
That mean I’m in the demon

I ain’t wake up in a cati
I woke up with bitches by me
I got water she tsunami
I ain’t kidding

I don’t know if this versace
I got drip, but I’m solid
Roll up planes I’m the pilot- you ain’t hitting it
•
You don’t know about my losses
That ain’t bay that bitch was toxic
When I ain’t have it I had got it
I was trapping working the office

In the bay these niggas salty
Get the face card fore you call me
Ima smoke and get this money

Off white compliment me but I stain it
The vibe got em vibrating like vibration
Been in love with balling way before Senaa Lathan
My buzz like a cellphone tower, sign language
The boy still bachelor until I find vegas
Find a bitch as fly and high like me we’ll skyscrapers
These jewels will get me killed, I’m sublime dangerous
But I’ll die in these Cubans, word to the rod I’m waving
I’m fly but mind ya business. With all respect in
These hands put em down like a contraceptive
I’ll knock all ya lights out; in all perspectives