Stretch You Out (feat. A Boogie Wit da Hoodie)

We got London on da track

Niggas be insecure

Claiming that you ain't doing enough

Claiming that they need more

What you on your last breath, your last sweat, your last dime?

Out of your fucking mind

Can't you see I'm fucking trying

You want pussy six times a week

And you never wanna clean up

And you talk to me like shit

And you handle me too rough

And at the end of the day you got the nerve to bring up that bitch

But that's the difference

And when I feel like this

I can't take no shit

Ain't gon' stress you out, out, out, out, out

We gon stretch you out, out, out, out

We just wanna have fun, fun, fun oh, oh

We gon' make you cum, cum, cum, cum, cum

Girl I heard that you've been hurtin

Just let me know if it ain't workin

I could put mad baguettes on you on purpose

We can go half on a baby on purpose

And I’m going back just close the curtains purposely

Everything you do to me, you do it perfectly

And I be in your body like surgery

Like an insomniac I gotta pop a perky to sleep

Throw that ass round in a circle please

Throw that ass round in a circle for me, yeah

Like you working for me

Don't you show no other nigga what you learning from me, yeah

Ain't gon' stress you out, out, out, out, out (yeah, yeah)

Whatever, whatever

We gon' stretch you out, out, out, out, out

Whatever, whatever

We just wanna have fun, fun, fun, oh, oh

We gon' make you cum, cum, cum, cum, cum

We gonna smile

Whatever, whatever, yeah

We got London on the track