[Intro] And I try to stop, oh Baby (808 Mafia) Baby, baby, baby (Baby, baby) (That's my baby) (Gezin) Ha [Chorus] 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) Pour a cup of codeine in the new plug (Yeah) And them hot rod pockets I need two of 'em (Ay) 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 [Verse 1] 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 older 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 Mar, and 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 [Chorus] 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) Pour a cup of codeine in the 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 (Yeah) I ain't leave a clue on the scene Close range so I got blood on my jeans [Open Verse] [Bridge] 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 [Chorus] 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) Pour a cup of codeine in the 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