Intro A C#m Damn, I tried to stop B Oh baby A Baby (baby) A Baby C#m Babe (you literally are my everything) B Refrão A Baby, I've been on the run  A But I would never run from your love C#m If you feel on my dick, there's a gun B Not right there, just a little above A A I value my relationship, it's forever But I've been cheatin' on the drugs C#m Broke up with codeine, need a new plug B Hit up Hot, raw pints, I need two of 'em A Huh, lean A Huh, Put Biscotti in my C#m Lungs, I'm smokin' green B Chopper on me, I don't A Talk, I just up the beam A Huh, let my gun bust a nut, then leave C#m (Yeah)I ain't leave a clue on the scene B Close range, so I got blood on my jeans Primeira Parte A Saints Row cup, ain't no red in my lean A Bankrolled up, I been swimmin' in green ( C#m ) B Still a blue face king A Benjamin Franklin come dirty and clean A I know my haters hate to see me succeed C#m If they get the chance, they'll end up murderin' me B That shit got me laughin', haha A Kel-tec get to rappin', grrah, grrah A Fuck nigga, I'm your father C#m Don't matter if you older B They say age is just a number A If that's the case, I'm way over A Than who? These niggas And these bitches that think that they get it C#m For a backstage pass, she'll suck the dick B Bitch, I got a bitch, better get you a ticket A Walk through the night with my gun like a creep A On my shirt Maison Martin, my shoes double-C C#m I don't know what it's gonna take you to believe B I ain't goin' nowhere, I ain't gon' leave you A (Ayy, ayy, ayy) A I ain't goin' nowhere, I ain't gon' leave you C#m You stuck with me B Apologies for my fuckery Refrão A Baby, I've been on the run  A But I would never run from your love C#m If you feel on my dick, there's a gun B Not right there, just a little above A A I value my relationship, it's forever But I've been cheatin' on the drugs C#m Broke up with codeine, need a new plug B Hit up Hot, raw pints, I need two of 'em A Huh, lean A Huh, Put Biscotti in my C#m Lungs, I'm smokin' green B Chopper on me, I don't A Talk, I just up the beam A Huh, let my gun bust a nut, then leave C#m (Yeah)I ain't leave a clue on the scene B Close range, so I got blood on my jeans Final A C#m B A C#m B A C#m B A C#m B