Juice WRLD — Blood On My Jeans With Freestyle

[Intro] Damn, I tried to stop, oh Baby (808 Mafia), baby (Baby), baby (Baby), babe You literally are my everything (Baby, Gezin) Hah (Baby) [Chorus] Baby, I been on the run (Yeah) But I would never run from your love (Yeah, uh-uh) If you feel on my dick, there's a gun (Yeah, uh-huh) 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 lеave (Yeah) I ain't leavе 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-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 That shit got me laughin', haha Kel-Tec get to rappin', grrah, grrah Fuck nigga, 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 over Than who? These niggas (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 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 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 [Verse 2] 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 your dreams, uh Things ain't not what they seem, uh Shorty wanna ball on the team Bitch, I'm the best freestyler off the top Got a bitch in the crib, she been giving me top Everyday, bitch, I'ma 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 gettin' this money so I had to move I'm in the ‘burbs with my mama I bought her a mansion, a house, and a dog, it's cool I don't give a fuck bout you just me, yeah, ayy You know how it be, ayy And Wait [Bridge] 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 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