Baby, baby, baby, baby Baby, I've been on the run But I will never run from your love If you feel on my dick, there's a gun Not right there, just a little above I bet you my relationship is forever But I've been cheating on the drugs Broke up with Codeine in a new pub Hit up Hard Rock Pints, I need two of them Huh, take me, huh Puppets got me in my lungs Huh, smoke green, huh Chopper on me, I don't talk I just up the beam, huh Flew my gun, bust a nut, didn't 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 lane Bankrolled up, I've been swimming in green, ayy Still a blue-faced 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 murdering me That shit got me laughing, uh-huh Q-Tech get the rapping, grr-grr Fuck nigga, I'm your father Don't matter if you older They say age is just a number That's the case, I'm way over Then who? These niggas and these bitches, that dick that they get it Pour backstage, pass shit, suck dick Bitch, I got a bitch, better get you a ticket Walk through the night with my gun like a creep But my shirt makes it more than my shoes double-C I don't know what it's gonna take you to believe I ain't going nowhere, I ain't gonna leave you Ayy, ayy, ayy I ain't going nowhere, I ain't gonna leave you You stuck with me, apologies for all my fuckery Baby, I've been on the run But I will 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 as forever But I've been cheating on the drugs Broke up with Codeine in a new plug Hit up Hot Rod Pints, I need two of them Lean, Puppa Scottie in my lungs, I'm smoking 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