Blood On My Jeans

Damn, I tried to stop, oh Baby (808 Mafia) Baby (baby), baby (baby) Baby (you literally are my everything) (Baby) (Gezin) Yeah (baby) Baby, I've been on the run (yeah, yeah) But I would never run from your love (yeah, yeah) If you feel on my dick, there's a gun (yeah) Not right there, just a little above (above) I value my relationship, it's forever (uh) But I've been cheatin' on the drugs (yeah) Broke up with codeine, need a new plug (yeah) Hit up Hot Rod, pints, I need two of 'em (yeah) Huh, yeah, lean, huh Put Biscotti in my lungs I'm smokin' green, huh Chopper on me, I don't talk, I just up the beam Let my gun bust a nut then leave (yeah) I ain't leave a clue on the scene Close range so I got blood on my jeans Saints Row cup, ain't no red in my lean Bank rolled up, I been swimmin' in green, ayy Still a blue face king Benjamin Franklin come dirty and clean I know my haters hate to see me succeed If they get the chance, they'll end up murderin' me This shit got me laughin', ha-ha Kel-Tec get to rappin', gra gra Fuck nigga, I'm your father Don't matter if you older They say age is just a number If that's the case I'm way over Than who? (These niggas) And these bitches that think that they get it For a backstage pass she'll suck a dick, bitch I got a bitch, better get you a ticket Walk through the night with my gun like a creep But my shirt Maison Martin, my shoes double C I don't know what it's gonna take you to believe I ain't goin' nowhere, I ain't gon' leave you (ayy, ayy, ayy) I ain't goin' nowhere, I ain't gon' leave you You stuck with me, apologies for all my fuckery Baby, I've been on the run But I would never run from your love If you feel on my dick, there's a gun Not right there, just a little above I value my relationship, it's forever But I've been cheatin' on the drugs (yeah) Broke up with codeine, need a new plug (yeah) Hit up Hot Rod, pints, I need two of 'em (yeah) Huh, yeah, lean, huh Put Biscotti in my lungs I'm smokin' green, huh Chopper on me, I don't talk, I just up the beam Let my gun bust a nut then leave (yeah) I ain't leave a clue on the scene Close range so I got blood on my jeans