On the Run (Blood on My Jeans)

[Intro] And I try to stop, oh Baby (808 Mafia) Baby (Baby), baby (Baby) Baby (You are my baby) (Gezin) Ha (Baby) [Chorus] Baby, I've been on the run (Yeah) But I would never run from your love If you feel on my dick (Yeah), there's a gun (Uh) Not right there, just a little above (Uh) 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) Huh, lean (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Put Biscotti in my lungs I'm smokin' green Chopper on me, I don't talk, I just up the beam (bow, bow, 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) [Verse 1] Saints Row cup, ain't no red in my lean (Uh-Huh) Bank rolled up, I been swimmin' in green (Uh, Huh) Still the blue face king Benjamin Franklin come dirty and clean I know my haters hate to see me succeed (Uh-Huh) When they get the chance they'll end up murderin' me (Uh-Huh) This shit got me laughin', ha-ha (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 These 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 [Chorus] 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) Huh, lean 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 [Open Verse] [Bridge] But 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 [Chorus] 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) Huh, lean 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