Stretch Lyrics

Bitch im not for you, bitch im about my paper

Gotta leave that ho bitch I can't never save her

I can't see these hoes in these designer shades yea

I don't wanna meet you bro, I don't wanna do no handshakes yea

But your ho she wanna come in here, and make some shake yea

But you ho she wanna come in here so imma have my way

Imma have my way with that ho, imma have my way

We was in Cali smoking good, yea we was in the bay

We can fuck tonight but I won't ever call her bae

We can fuck tonight but I won't ever call her back

Yea the love from that lil ho, you know I'm missing that

Yea the love from that lil ho you know I'm needing that

Thigh pads on a nigga, like a running back

I throw my set up just like a quarterback

Yea that boy wylin in this bitch, yall better hold him back

Cause we got sticks all in this bitch you getting pushed right back

Told them don't push me, you get pushed right back

You sending 5, we sending 10 right back

You sending 10, we send 15 right back

Yea im tryna fuck her that shit stupid fat

Stupid boy you better not buck up buck up

Yea my brother brother

Got it out the gutter

All these boys my sons I got a lot of baby mothers

Yea, that money spread, bread and butter yea

Bitch im not for you, bitch im about my paper

Gotta leave that ho bitch I can't never save her

I can't see these hoes in these designer shades yea

I don't wanna meet you bro, I don't wanna do no handshakes yea

But your ho she wanna come in here, and make some shake yea

But you ho she wanna come in here so imma have my way

Imma have my way with that ho, imma have my way

We was in Cali smoking good, yea we was in the bay

We can fuck tonight but I won't ever call her bae

We can fuck tonight but I won't ever call her back

Yea the love from that lil ho, you know I'm missing that

Yea the love from that lil ho you know I'm needing that

Thigh pads on a nigga, like a running back

I throw my set up just like a quarterback

Yea that boy wylin in this bitch, yall better hold him back

Cause we got sticks all in this bitch you getting pushed right back

Told them don't push me, you get pushed right back

You sending 5, we sending 10 right back

You sending 10, we send 15 right back

Yea im tryna fuck her that shit stupid fat

Stupid boy you better not buck up buck up

Yea my brother brother

Got it out the gutter

All these boys my sons I got a lot of baby mothers

Yea, that money spread, bread and butter yea