Stretched Over ft. A Million Grams Lyrics

A million grams, I deserve me a Grammy Niggas think I'm a P, talk a Bitch out of panties

In and out of town, still send you a Giffy Told her fuck me like she love me, I'll buy her a Frenchie I moved different, need the back and the front

Still trippin', I was just fucked up Can't lie, cause I'm guilty, tryna get it

like filthy

Last crib, it was filthy, but we left that

bitch empty

Scale dusty, got that shit on my hands

We only fuckin' if she bringin' a friend

You want a verse, nigga, bring me a band

It get worse, if he owe me might not see you again

Dub in the call log 10 in the cup

Hold her smelling like duck sauce, stepping on the leftovers

Still scrapin' the bottom, tryna get all the leftovers

Everything left over, gettin' stretched over

Hall of fame

Ain't no switchin', gotta stay down to the plan

Can't pop out in public with no bitch that's bad for brand

I ain't even have to say it, she know who

I am But she don't know what I'm gon' do

I ain't hard-pressed for it, but I kinda want you

Got my hands all on you

We can switch the whip up, baby, no loaner

I'ma need the money first, no pro bono

Got some niggas down in Dallas, keep the 9 like Romo

I'll bust you down in the Soho

Bust you down with gifts,

I don't claim you, that's a no-no

Kept it P with you, so don't lie to me Stole cold cash, ain't no salary

Got some niggas duckin' cases

In the struggle, whole time, that's Where your lesson be

Dub in da call log 10 in the cupholder smelling' like duck sauce, steppin' on the leftovers

Still scrapin' the bottom, tryna get all the leftovers

Everything left over, gettin' stretched over