Juice WRLD
Blood On My Jeans [OG]
[Intro: Juice WRLD]
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)

[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
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)
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: Juice WRLD]
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 shit got me laughin', ha-ha (Ha-ha)
KelTec get to rappin', gra gra
Fuck 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 bitches that think that they get it (Uh-huh)
For a backstage pass she can suck a dick, bitch (Uh-huh)
I got a bitch 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

[Pre-Chorus: Juice WRLD]
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