Blood On My Jeans

Ah

Damn, I tried to stop, oh

Baby, baby, baby, babe (Baby, baby)

808 Mafia

You literally are my everything (Baby, Gezin)

Ha (Baby)

Baby, I been on the run (Yeah)

But I would never run from your love (Yeah)

If you feel on my dick, there's a gun (Yeah)

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, drinkin' lean, huh

Put Biscotti in my lungs, I'm smokin' green

Chopper on me, I don't talk, I just up the beam (Ba-ba-bow)

Huh, let my gun bust a nut, then leave (Yeah)

I ain't leave a clue on the scene (Uh-uh)

Close range, so I got blood on my jeans (Uh)

Saints Row cup, ain't no red in my lean (Uh-uh)

Bankrolled up, I been swimmin' in green (Uh-huh)

Still the blue face king

Benjamin Franklin come dirty and clean (Let's go)

I know my haters hate to see me succeed

If they get the chance, they'll end up murderin' me (Uh-huh)

That shit got me laughin', ha-ha

Kel-Tec get to rappin', grrah, grrah

Fuck ****, 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 older

Than who? These **** (Uh-huh)

And these bitches that think that they get it (Uh-huh)

For a backstage pass, she'll suck the dick (Uh-huh)

Bitch, I got a bitch, better get you a ticket (Uh-huh)

Walk through the night with my gun like a creep

On my shirt Maison Martin, my shoes double-C

I don't know what it's gonna take you to believe

Yeah, I ain't goin' nowhere, I ain't gon' leave you (Aye, aye, aye)

I ain't goin' nowhere, I ain't gon' leave you

You stuck with me, apologies for my fuckery

Baby, I 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, drinkin' lean, huh

Put Biscotti in my lungs, I'm smokin' green

Chopper on me, I don't talk, I just up the beam

Huh, 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