Blood on My Jeans - Juice WRLD

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 d_ck, 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 sh_t got me laughin', ha-ha
KelTec get to rappin', gra gra
F_ck n_gga, 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
Then who? (These n_ggas)
And these b_tches that think that they get it
For a backstage pass she can s_ck a d_ck, b_tch
I got a b_tch 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 f_ckery

Baby, I've been on the run
But I would never run from your love
If you feel on my d_ck, 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 n_gga 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
B_tch I'm the best, freestyle off the top
Got a b_tch in the crib, she been givin' me top
Every day b_tch, I'mma count up the guap
Run up on me, just like a zit, n_gga get popped
I'm on the block with my n_ggas, 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 f_ck 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 f_ckery

Baby, I've been on the run
But I would never run from your love
If you feel on my d_ck, 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

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