blood on my jeans
And I try to stop
Baby
(808 Mafia)
Baby, baby, baby (Baby, baby)
(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 beg that my relationship is forever
But I've been cheatin' on the drugs (Yeah)
Pour a cup of codeine in the 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
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
When 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 older
Then 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 Mason 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 beg that my relationship is forever
But I've been cheatin' on the drugs (Yeah)
Pour a cup of codeine in the 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 have a crew on the scene
Close range so I got blood on my jeans
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 beg that my relationship is forever
But I've been cheatin' on the drugs (Yeah)
Pour a cup of codeine in the 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 have a crew on the scene
Close range so I got blood on my jeans