Lyrics Blood On My Jeans [OG] by Gunna

Damn, I tried to stop, oh (Ooh)
Baby
(808 Mafia)
Baby (Baby), baby (Baby)
Baby (You literally are my everything, yeah)
Baby
(Gezin)
Ha (Baby)

Baby, I've been on the run (Yeah)
But I would never run from your love
If you feel on my d**k (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)
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)

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 (Let's go)
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 sh*t got me laughin', ha-ha (Ha-ha)
KelTec get to rappin', gra gra
f**k n***a, 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
Than who? These n***as (Uh-huh)
And these b*t*hes that think that they get it (Uh-huh)
For a backstage pass she can suck a d**k, b*t*h (Uh-huh)
I got a b*t*h better, get you a ticket (Uh-huh)
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

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**kery