OBI WAN ft. Lil Cree Cree Lyrics

I done shut the mall down like I'm Obi Wan

Rollie Patek it gone tick it's a metronome

She ain't sufficient addition of silicone

I couldn't be caught in the can like a soda pop

Walk down the carpet they Dahmer the photo op

He can't be serious shit was a silly drop

She throw it back and I smack like I Milly Rock

Buss out a beetle it's all for the hell of it

Dress in all black like I work for the president

Money ain't problems my stick it gone stop em

I'm close with these bitches we tight like a condom

Lean with the keys in the Jeep better scatter

Got a team wearing beams gonna beat on yo batter

First scene seeing red streaks Barry Allen

Said she wanna see me late night Jimmy Fallon

I am never fried, I would never lie

Spraying red on white walls like we pull up five guys

Smoke opps now we so high up on Sinai

That pussy get slapped bitch it ain't no high five

That boy two faced Harvey Dent coin

He gone switch boy he a bitch boy

Hit the bedroom couple Benzo's

He gone set you hit a spike tho

Was a false set hit a high note

We gone leave these bitches on a high note

Put nine holes in his chest now he on par

Got a shorty sipping NOTIQ in a black car

Got a blessing from heaven I'm running smooth I'm progressing

A couple bullets I'm sending I never lie

You a little broke boy

Need a little cheddar for a better fit you dirty like a sediment a joke boy

I dun shut the mall down like I'm Obi Wan

Rollie Patek it gone tick it's a metronome

She ain't sufficient addition of silicone

I couldn't be caught in the can like a soda pop

Walk down the carpet they Dahmer the photo op

He can't be serious shit was a silly drop

She throw it back and I smack like I Milly Rock

I'm sending them shots again I'm not from Washington

But ima go upping the sticks for some wizardry

One no five no ten no I'm need about a hundred million up in bank rolls

Ima need about a hundred sticks it's like it's saints row

Back up the big body sumo four by four

Back in the big body sumo four by four

Gun got a blow back like the vents on the Aventador

Talk shit what he got hit in the mental for

Talk shit what you thinking I sent it for

Stretch him, sheet him down like a matador

Khan bands, get the bag and then add some more

Latina shorty she want it say por favor

Bullets they getting through red in the Apple core

I hit every strip with band

Tony Montana the 'gar my the hand

Hand me my money need three in advance

We running a train man we running a tram

Gimme my space that bitch 'Bron she wan' jam

Rings on my hand presis I'm the thumbing the bands

You test me I slide I put that on the Bible put that on the biblical

I dun shut the mall down like I'm Obi Wan

Rollie Patek it gone tick it's a metronome

She ain't sufficient addition of silicone

I couldn't be caught in the can like a soda pop

Walk down the carpet they Dahmer the photo op

He can't be serious shit was a silly drop

She throw it back and I smack like I Milly Rock