Juice WRLD - 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) (That's my baby) (Gezin) Ha 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, raw pints, I need two of 'em (Yeah) Lean Put Biscotti in my lungs I'm smokin' green 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 Still the 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 KelTec get to rappin', gra gra Fuck nigga, I'm yo' 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 can 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 That 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 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, raw pints, I need two of 'em (Yeah) Lean Put Biscotti in my lungs I'm smokin' green 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 (Freestyle) I ain't leave a clue on the scene Close range so I got blood on my jeans (Ayy) I shot a nigga in the club, double cup next to me, I got his blood in my lean (Uh) Choppa on me with a beam, Freddy Krueger show up in yo' dreams (Uh) Things ain't not what they seem (Uh), shorty wanna ball on the team Bitch I'm the best, freestyle off the top Got a bitch in the crib, she been givin' me top Every day bitch, I'mma count up the guap Run up on me, just like a zit, nigga get popped I'm on the block with my niggas, with choppas I'm getting this money so I had to move I'm in the 'Burbs for my momma, I bought her a mansion, a house and a dog, it's cool I don't give a fuck about you, just me (Yeah, ayy) You know how I be (Ayy, and) Wait 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 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) And them hot rod pockets I need two of 'em (Yeah) Lean Put Biscotti in my lungs I'm smokin' green Chopper on me, I don't talk, I just up the beam Let my gun bust a nut then leave I ain't leave a clue on the scene Close range so I got blood on my jeans