Damn, I tried to stop, ohBaby (808 Mafia), baby (Baby), baby (Baby), babeYou literally are my everything (Baby, Gezin)Hah (Baby)Baby, I’ve been on the run (Yeah)But I would never run from your love (Uh-uh)If you feel on my dick, there’s a gun (Uh-huh)Not right there, just a little aboveI value my relationship, it’s foreverBut 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)Huh, lean, huhPut Biscotti in my lungs, I’m smokin’ greenChopper on me, I don’t talk, I just up the beamHuh, 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-uh)Bankrolled up, I been swimmin’ in green (Uh-huh)Still a blue face kingBenjamin Franklin come dirty and clean (Let’s go)I know my haters hate to see me succeedIf they get the chance, they’ll end up murderin’ meThat shit got me laughin’, hahaKel-Tec get to rappin’, grrah, grrah
F**k ni**a, I’m your fatherDon’t matter if you olderThey say age is just a numberIf that’s the case, I’m way overThan who? These ni**as (Uh-huh)And these bi**hes that think that they get it (Uh-huh)For a backstage pass, she’ll suck the dick (Uh-huh)Bi**h, I got a bi**h, better get you a ticket (Uh-huh)Walk through the night with my gun like a creepOn my shirt Maison Martin, my shoes double-CI don’t know what it’s gonna take you to believeI ain’t goin’ nowhere, I ain’t gon’ leave you (Ayy, ayy, ayy)I ain’t goin’ nowhere, I ain’t gon’ leave youYou stuck with me, apologies for my f**keryBaby, I’ve been on the runBut I would never run from your loveIf you feel on my dick, there’s a gunNot right there, just a little aboveI value my relationship, it’s foreverBut 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)Huh, lean, huhPut Biscotti in my lungs, I’m smokin’ greenChopper on me, I don’t talk, I just up the beamHuh, let my gun bust a nut, then leave (Yeah)I ain’t leave a clue on the sceneClose range, so I got blood on my jeans