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

(We got London on the track)

**** 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

Aint gon' stress you out, out, out, out, out

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

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

We wanna make you cum, cum, cum, cum, cum

Girl, I heard that you 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

In the Maybach, let's close all of the curtains purposely

Everything you do me, you do it perfectly

And I be in your body like surgery

I got insomnia, I gotta pop a Perkie to sleep, yeah

Put that ass 'round in a circle please, yeah

Put that ass 'round in a circle for me, yeah

Like your workin' for me, don't you show no other **** what you learning from me, yeah

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

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

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

We wanna make you cum, cum, cum, cum, cum

We gonna smile

(Whenever, whatever, yeah)

(Whenever, wherever)