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

We got London on da track

Feeling insecure
Claiming that you ain't doing enough
Claiming that they need more
Want 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 wanna 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
In the Maybach let's close all of 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
Whevever, wherever
We just wanna have fun, fun, fun, oh, oh
We wanna make you cum, cum, cum, cum, cum

We gonna smile
Whatever, whatever, yeah

We got London on the track