Blood on My Jeans (Remix)
• Written by TheJuvenile
TheJuvenile's Notes
DuLow is my friend sometimes he edits my songs for me
AK is a total jerk so don't believe him
//Chores
You know I've been on the run
From the opps and the Cops
They know Ima Blood
So I gotta avoid Crips
Them bitches look like blue chips
I'm tryna avoid drugs
But damn it's too fun
G.T.A a Hot Rod
Now I gotta find a garage
Put that weed in a blunt, I've been smoking 'dine
Glock on me, I don't talk, I just up a beam
Huh, let the gun blow, then I leave
Not a clue on me
Close range now his blood on my jeans
//Verse 1
Fucka, there ain't no red in the lean
Cash just rolled up, I'm swimming in green
Still not the rap king
DuLow is my friend, but I'm dirty not clean
Yall haters hate to see me succeed
If AK get the chance I bet he end up murdering me
That got me laughing, HAHA
Grabbing my Glock it go, Graah Graah
Fucktard i ain't no father
I don't think you'll bother
They say virgins just stupid
I'm like I'm way over
Than what, these fuckas
Then these bitches think they can get me
Come to my house sucking my dick
Bitch, I got nobody to love, but better than nothing
Walk through the night with my gun like a creep
On my shirt there's blood along with my jeans
I don't know what it will take you to believe
I ain't going nowhere, I ain't gonna leave this
I ain't going nowhere, I ain't gonna leave this
Y'all stuck with me, apologies for the fuckery
//Chores
You know I've been on the run
From the opps and the Cops
They know Ima Blood
So I gotta avoid Crips
Them bitches look like blue chips
I'm tryna avoid drugs
But damn it's too fun
G.T.A a Hot Rod
Now I gotta find a garage
Put that weed in a blunt, I've been smoking 'dine
Glock on me, I don't talk, I just up a beam
Huh, let the gun blow, then I leave
Not a clue on me
Close range now his blood on my jeans
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TheJuvenile
Member since October 16 2020