Blood On My Jeans

Capo: 6th fret Intro Ah C Damn, I tried to stop, oh Am Baby (808 Mafia), baby (Baby), baby (Baby), babe Gadd11 You literally are my everything (Baby, Gezin) Hah (Baby) Chorus C Baby, I been on the run (Yeah) Am But I would never run from your love (Yeah, uh-uh) Gadd11 If you feel on my dick, there's a gun (Yeah, uh-huh) C Not right there, just a little above Am I value my relationship, it's forever Gadd11 But I've been cheatin' on the drugs (Yeah) C Broke up with codeine, need a new plug (Yeah) Am Hit up Hot Rod, pints, I need two of 'em (Yeah, uh-huh) Gadd11 Huh, (Drinkin') lean, huh (Yeah, yeah, yeah) C Put Biscotti in my lungs, I'm smokin' green Am Chopper on me, I don't talk, I just up the beam (Ba-ba-bow) Gadd11 Huh, let my gun bust a nut, then leave (Yeah) C I ain't leave a clue on the scene (Uh-uh) Am Close range, so I got blood on my jeans (Uh) Verse Gadd11 Saints Row cup, ain't no red in my lean (Uh-uh) C Bankrolled up, I been swimmin' in green (Uh-huh) Am Still the blue face king (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Gadd11 Benjamin Franklin come dirty and clean (Let's go) C I know my haters hate to see me succeed Am If they get the chance, they'll end up murderin' me (Uh-huh) Gadd11 That shit got me laughin', haha C Kel-Tec get to rappin', grrah, grrah (Bow) Am Fuck nigga, I'm your father Gadd11 Don't matter if you older C They say age is just a number Am If that's the case, I'm way older Gadd11 Than who? These niggas (Uh-huh) C And these bitches that think that they get it (Uh-huh) Am For a backstage pass, she'll suck the dick (Uh-huh) Gadd11 Bitch, I got a bitch, better get you a ticket (Uh-huh) C Walk through the night with my gun like a creep Am On my shirt Maison Martin, my shoes double-C C I don't know what it's gonna take you to believe Am I ain't goin' nowhere, I ain't gon' leave you (Ayy, ayy, ayy) Gadd11 I ain't goin' nowhere, I ain't gon' leave you C You stuck with me, apologies for my fuckery Chorus Am Baby, I been on the run Gadd11 But I would never run from your love C If you feel on my dick, there's a gun Am Not right there, just a little above Gadd11 I value my relationship, it's forever C But I've been cheatin' on the drugs (Yeah) Am Broke up with codeine, need a new plug (Yeah) Gadd11 Hit up Hot Rod, pints, I need two of 'em (Yeah) C Huh, (Drinkin') lean, huh Am Put Biscotti in my lungs, I'm smokin' green, huh Gadd11 Chopper on me, I don't talk, I just up the beam C Huh, let my gun bust a nut, then leave (Yeah) Am I ain't leave a clue on the scene Gadd11 Close range, so I got blood on my jeans