Damn, I tried to stop, oh

Baby

(808 Mafia)

Baby, baby, baby (Baby, baby)

You literally are my everything (Baby, Gezin)

(That's my baby)

(Gezin)

Ha

Baby, I've 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, raw pints, I need two of 'em (Yeah)

Lean

Put Biscotti in my lungs

I'm smokin' green

Chopper on me, I don't talk, I just up the beam

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

Saints Row cup, ain't no red in my lean

Bank rolled up, I been swimmin' in green

Still the blue face king

Benjamin Franklin come dirty and clean

I know my haters hate to see me succeed

If they get the chance they'll end up murderin' me

This shit got me laughin', ha-ha

KelTec get to rappin', gra gra

Fuck nigga, 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 over

Then who? (These niggas)

And these bitches that think that they get it

For a backstage pass she can suck a dick, bitch

I got a bitch better, get you a ticket

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

That 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

Baby, I've 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, raw pints, I need two of 'em (Yeah)

Lean

Put Biscotti in my lungs

I'm smokin' green

Chopper on me, I don't talk, I just up the beam

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

(Freestyle)

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 yo' dreams (Uh)

Things ain't not what they seem (Uh), shorty wanna ball on the team

Bitch I'm the best, freestyle off the top

Got a bitch in the crib, she been givin' me top

Every day bitch, I'mma 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 getting this money so I had to move

I'm in the 'Burbs for my momma, I bought her a mansion, a house and a dog, it's cool

I don't give a fuck about you, just me (Yeah, ayy)

You know how I be (Ayy, and)

Wait

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

Baby, I've 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)

And them hot rod pockets I need two of 'em (Yeah)

Lean

Put Biscotti in my lungs

I'm smokin' green

Chopper on me, I don't talk, I just up the beam

Let my gun bust a nut then leave

I ain't leave a clue on the scene

Close range so I got blood on my jeans