Stretch One Lyrics

His bitch in the foreign, I got her eatin' dick

What he gon' do to me

Like, like

His bitch in the foreign

Fuck your takeover

His bitch in the foreign, I got her eatin' dick

What he gon' do to me

Illegal bun on my Glock or 5-7's

Fuck the 2-2 dog

Collar, Cuban chain from Golden Sun

Like an L-E-G

I can't blow a bag, I can't trick on a bitch

You gettin' fucked for free

I'm fuckin' on this bitch, don't know her name

Her pussy pretty pink

Dissin' in the sun's like shotty shells

We put him on the T

Look around, have a threesome with these hoes

We in the B&B or bubble coat

Amiri Ballrunners came from overseas

Just an autopilot

My bitch grab the wheel while I roll my weave

The way she biting on his dick

I think this bitch got fleas

I'll buy this lil' bitch a Plan B

Fuck behind the ring

Niggas out here claimin' blood game

We gon' make them bleed

I'm in the SRT with C, where the fuck the opps

Ponder it, I made my lil' nigga drop it in the park

Get the loaf of hoes in his chest

I'm not talkin' props

He ain't took till

We knowin' to raise hell when we get a drop

This nigga tender over a flint

Bitch, you know these hoes can thop

She had a backpack of three foot

Gave her a IC, her 9-2 scat pack

AP Skelly's, I'ma flood my watch

Every song he drop, that flop

Somebody tell him stop

This nigga chicken shit from Texas

Cook like Betty Crouch

Actin' in his songs and cappin' like he Jewish

Must be Jamie Foxx

Rob niggas or I scam niggas before I punch a clock

Hot as hell, my niggas drivin' Strykers

Stole them off the lot

If this bitch brain so good, she ate me up

I think she go to mock

Million dollar nigga, count the blues

You know I keep a knock

He can't afford shit

Buy my bitch a house and a yacht

Ain't no sense in speakin' on the dead

We just gon' spend the block

Beat it up, she screamin' out my name

She tried to tell me stop

Yo, baby daddy wired up, he talkin' to the cop

The feds on my ass about a murder

Can't even connect the dot

No BBL in the coochie curtains

I know her pussy fine

Turn up with her bitch

Buy her shit and let her match my flop

He hit my phone to buy the bitch

I made his momma cry

Catch me fuckin' all these bitches

I don't gotta talk

Smoke his ass, another DOA

Like fuck Alibi

And cannot do it

Is lynch his ass if he testify

My nigga chargin' up

I'll drink and eat electrolytes

You told her I get money

Baby girl, I can buy your fly

Road to three-five

But bullshit, he think he gettin' high

My nigga sippin' lines of white

Cardi still pour a pint

Mob nigga, if he don't send my paper

He must be tryin' to die

My lyrics comin' off the head

These niggas gotta write it

Like I'm Jerry Rice

Send a nigga to his Lord and Savior

You know Jesus Christ

Makin' money off the agriculture

Hang it up and dry

Somebody always watchin

Flip it over, you can see the eye

I'm a crazy motherfucker

I ain't gon' even lie

Window shoppin' in the jeweler's store

Hurry up and buy

Bitch hit her pussy mine

She tap me on her thigh

Fuck around and get your ass lifted

If you don't play it right

Reachin' for the NBM chain

That's how niggas die

I do modesty

I'm a lit rockstar

She wanna wear my ice

Givin' money, killin' niggas

Livin' life like Miami Vice

Gamblin' nigga

Fuck around the crapper

Like he rollin' country

I ain't set up shop

In another nigga's city

Boomin' Sterling Heights

Put me over

They can't try shit funny

Cause I know my rights

Amiri pop out

Like the reaper

He already earned his stripes

Smokin' my leaf

Put ball ash on my all white

Inches off the RT

It's crankin' up

Like we Ryan Banks

Franklin, I get electrocuted

I get high as Nike

Whole gang

Shot with Gen 5

Like we fucked with Dyke

Chino sent for him

To ease his pain

He gon' pop a bite

Tussler got the perks

He was cookin' up the Betty White

Rappin' work

Boys dissin' ass

Night work, ass night

Footprints

Fuck them other niggas

Trick or fight or flight

You know storms don't last forever

We gon' be alright