Juice first teased this song during an Instagram Live session on August 27, 2019.
On April 4, 2020, Lil Bibby, Juice’s manager, replied to a fan on Instagram, confirming that the track would be on Juice’s first posthumous album.
On June 27, 2020, Gunna previewed the track during an Instagram Live session, hinting at his appearance on the song. Gezin, the song’s producer, previewed more of the track later that day. However, the final version removes Gunna from the track for unknown reasons.
Blood On My Jeans
Juice WRLD Lyrics
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Baby (808 Mafia)
Baby (baby), baby (baby)
Baby (you literally are my everything)
(Baby) (Gezin)
Yeah (baby)
Baby, I've been on the run (yeah, yeah)
If you feel on my dick, there's a gun (yeah)
Not right there, just a little above (above)
I value my relationship, it's forever (uh)
But I've been cheatin' on the drugs (yeah)
Broke up with codeine, need a new plug (yeah)
Hit up Hot Rod, pints, I need two of 'em (yeah)
Huh, yeah, lean, huh
Put Biscotti in my lungs
I'm smokin' green, huh
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, ayy
Still a 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
Kel-Tec get to rappin', gra gra
Fuck nigga, I'm your father
Don't matter if you older
They say age is just a number
If that's the case I'm way over
Than who? (These niggas)
And these bitches that think that they get it
For a backstage pass she'll 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
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 all 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 Rod, pints, I need two of 'em (yeah)
Huh, yeah, lean, huh
Put Biscotti in my lungs
I'm smokin' green, huh
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
The opening lines of Juice WRLD's "Blood On My Jeans" seems to be a love song, expressing his devotion to his significant other. He says he's been on the run but he'd never run from her love. He implies that if someone tries to harm their relationship, he has a gun, but not right there, just a little above. He then admits to cheating on drugs, but states that he values his relationship and it's forever, although he needs to find a new source of codeine to feed his addiction. He then talks about smoking Biscotti and weed while carrying a chopper (a gun with an attached stock and barrel extension), which he doesn't talk about but just up the beam (aims) and lets it bust a nut (shoot) then leaves. He says he didn't leave any clues at the scene of the crime, but he has blood on his jeans, indicating that he has killed someone in close range.
The overall message of "Blood On My Jeans" is quite disturbing as Juice WRLD sings about his drug and gun addiction, while also admitting to cheating, yet somehow still proclaiming love for his partner. The lyrics are straightforward and unapologetic, which gives the audience a glimpse into the dark and troubled mind of the late rapper.
Line by Line Meaning
Damn, I tried to stop, oh
I feel guilty about something, but I cannot stop it.
Baby (808 Mafia)
My love for you is like a background music produced by 808 Mafia.
Baby (baby), baby (baby)
You are my baby and my love for you is so strong that I need to repeat it.
Baby (you literally are my everything)
You are everything to me, and I need you more than anything.
(Baby) (Gezin)
You are the baby of Gezin, and I want to love you like they do.
Yeah (baby)
I am excited about you, my baby.
Baby, I've been on the run (yeah, yeah)
I have been avoiding something, and there is a sense of urgency.
But I would never run from your love (yeah, yeah)
I will never avoid your love even if I am running from other things.
If you feel on my dick, there's a gun (yeah)
I am protecting myself, and I can be defensive about my privacy.
Not right there, just a little above (above)
I have a gun above my genital area and can use it to protect myself.
I value my relationship, it's forever (uh)
I cherish our relationship, and it is important to me for the long term.
But I've been cheatin' on the drugs (yeah)
I have been abusing drugs and choosing them over our relationship.
Broke up with codeine, need a new plug (yeah)
I have stopped using codeine as a drug, and I need a new source of drugs.
Hit up Hot Rod, pints, I need two of 'em (yeah)
I am trying to get more drugs, and I need two pints from Hot Rod.
Huh, yeah, lean, huh
I am addicted to lean and need it to satisfy my cravings.
Put Biscotti in my lungs
I am smoking Biscotti, a strain of marijuana.
I'm smokin' green, huh
I am smoking marijuana and I feel good about it.
Chopper on me, I don't talk, I just up the beam
I am carrying a gun and ready to use it at any moment without talking.
Let my gun bust a nut then leave (yeah)
I am using my gun to satisfy my tribal instincts but not making any connections.
I ain't leave a clue on the scene
I want to avoid being caught for any illegal activity, and I am not leaving any evidence.
Close range so I got blood on my jeans
I have used my gun in close range and have blood on my clothes as a result.
Saints Row cup, ain't no red in my lean
I am drinking from a Saints Row cup, and there is no red color in my lean drink.
Bank rolled up, I been swimmin' in green, ayy
I have a lot of money and have been successful in my career.
Still a blue face king
I am still the king of blue faces/money.
Benjamin Franklin come dirty and clean
I have earned a lot of money in both illegal and legal ways.
I know my haters hate to see me succeed
I am aware of my haters' feelings towards my success.
If they get the chance, they'll end up murderin' me
My haters are so jealous that they may try to harm me.
This shit got me laughin', ha-ha
I am laughing about the situation, and it does not affect me.
Kel-Tec get to rappin', gra gra
I am rapping about Kel-Tec guns.
Fuck nigga, I'm your father
I hate my enemies and want to be their worst nightmare.
Don't matter if you older
My enemies can be older than me, but it does not matter.
They say age is just a number
People say that age does not matter, but to me, it does not matter as well.
If that's the case I'm way over
If age is just a number, I am way above my enemies in terms of power.
Than who? (These niggas)
I am comparing myself to my enemies.
And these bitches that think that they get it
I am referring to female haters who do not understand me.
For a backstage pass she'll suck a dick, bitch
A female may sleep with me to get a backstage pass for my concert.
I got a bitch, better get you a ticket
I am confident about my girlfriend and want others to get a ticket to see her.
Walk through the night with my gun like a creep
I am walking through the night with my gun as a precaution.
But my shirt Maison Martin, my shoes double C
I have expensive clothes and shoes.
I don't know what it's gonna take you to believe
I do not understand why you do not believe me.
I ain't goin' nowhere, I ain't gon' leave you (ayy, ayy, ayy)
I am committed to staying with you.
You stuck with me, apologies for all my fuckery
You are stuck with me, and I am sorry for all my mistakes.
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sentric Music
Written by: Jarad Higgins, Arijan Vujica, Max Lord, Filip Gezin
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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LYRICS
[Intro]
Damn, I tried to stop, oh
Baby (808 Mafia), baby (Baby), baby (Baby), babe
You literally are my everything (Baby, Gezin)
Hah (Baby)
[Chorus]
Baby, I've been on the run (Yeah)
But I would never run from your love (Uh-uh)
If you feel on my dick, there's a gun (Uh-huh)
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)
Huh, lean, huh
Put Biscotti in my lungs, I'm smokin' green
Chopper on me, I don't talk, I just up the beam
Huh, let my gun bust a nut, then leave (Yeah)
I ain't leave a clue on the scene (Uh-uh)
Close range, so I got blood on my jeans (Uh)
[Verse]
Saints Row cup, ain't no red in my lean (Uh-uh)
Bankrolled up, I been swimmin' in green (Uh-huh)
Still a blue face king
Benjamin Franklin come dirty and clean (Let's go)
I know my haters hate to see me succeed
If they get the chance, they'll end up murderin' me
That shit got me laughin', haha
Kel-Tec get to rappin', grrah, grrah
Fuck nigga, I'm your father
Don't matter if you older
They say age is just a number
If that's the case, I'm way over
Than who? These niggas (Uh-huh)
And these bitches that think that they get it (Uh-huh)
For a backstage pass, she'll suck the dick (Uh-huh)
Bitch, I got a bitch, better get you a ticket (Uh-huh)
Walk through the night with my gun like a creep
On my shirt Maison Martin, my shoes double-C
I don't know what it's gonna take you to believe
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)
Broke up with codeine, need a new plug (Yeah)
Hit up Hot, raw pints, I need two of 'em (Yeah)
Huh, lean, huh
Put Biscotti in my lungs, I'm smokin' green
Chopper on me, I don't talk, I just up the beam
Huh, 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
@azrentarmizi
[Intro]
Ah
Damn, I tried to stop, oh
Baby (808 Mafia), baby (Baby), baby (Baby), babe
You literally are my everything (Baby, Gezin)
Hah (Baby)
[Chorus]
Baby, I been on the run (Yeah)
But I would never run from your love (Yeah, uh-uh)
If you feel on my dick, there's a gun (Yeah, uh-huh)
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 Rod, pints, I need two of 'em (Yeah, uh-huh)
Huh, (Drinkin') lean, huh (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Put Biscotti in my lungs, I'm smokin' green
Chopper on me, I don't talk, I just up the beam (Ba-ba-bow)
Huh, let my gun bust a nut, then leave (Yeah)
I ain't leave a clue on the scene (Uh-uh)
Close range, so I got blood on my jeans (Uh)
[Verse]
Saints Row cup, ain't no red in my lean (Uh-uh)
Bankrolled up, I been swimmin' in green (Uh-huh)
Still the blue face king (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Benjamin Franklin come dirty and clean (Let's go)
I know my haters hate to see me succeed
If they get the chance, they'll end up murderin' me (Uh-huh)
That shit got me laughin', haha
Kel-Tec get to rappin', grrah, grrah (Bow)
Fuck nigga, I'm your father
Don't matter if you older
They say age is just a number
If that's the case, I'm way older
Than who? These niggas (Uh-huh)
And these bitches that think that they get it (Uh-huh)
For a backstage pass, she'll suck the dick (Uh-huh)
Bitch, I got a bitch, better get you a ticket (Uh-huh)
Walk through the night with my gun like a creep
On my shirt Maison Martin, my shoes double-C
I don't know what it's gonna take you to believe
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 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 Rod, pints, I need two of 'em (Yeah)
Huh, (Drinkin') lean, huh
Put Biscotti in my lungs, I'm smokin' green, huh
Chopper on me, I don't talk, I just up the beam
Huh, 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
@trentwaldo
[Lyrics]
[Intro]
Damn, I tried to stop, oh
Baby (808 Mafia), baby (Baby), baby (Baby), babe
You literally are my everything (Baby, Gezin)
Hah (Baby)
[Chorus]
Baby, I've been on the run (Yeah)
But I would never run from your love (Uh-uh)
If you feel on my dick, there's a gun (Uh-huh)
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)
Huh, lean, huh
Put Biscotti in my lungs, I'm smokin' green
Chopper on me, I don't talk, I just up the beam
Huh, let my gun bust a nut, then leave (Yeah)
I ain't leave a clue on the scene (Uh-uh)
Close range, so I got blood on my jeans (Uh)
[Verse]
Saints Row cup, ain't no red in my lean (Uh-uh)
Bankrolled up, I been swimmin' in green (Uh-huh)
Still a blue face king
Benjamin Franklin come dirty and clean (Let's go)
I know my haters hate to see me succeed
If they get the chance, they'll end up murderin' me
That shit got me laughin', haha
KelTec get to rappin', grrah, grrah
Fuck nigga, I'm your father
Don't matter if you older
They say age is just a number
If that's the case, I'm way over
Than who? These niggas (Uh-huh)
And these bitches that think that they get it (Uh-huh)
For a backstage pass, she'll suck the dick (Uh-huh)
Bitch, I got a bitch, better get you a ticket (Uh-huh)
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
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 (Yeah)
But I would never run from your love (Uh-uh)
If you feel on my dick, there's a gun (Uh-huh)
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)
Huh, lean, huh
Put Biscotti in my lungs, I'm smokin' green
Chopper on me, I don't talk, I just up the beam
Huh, let my gun bust a nut, then leave (Yeah)
I ain't leave a clue on the scene (Uh-uh)
Close range, so I got blood on my jeans (Uh)
@emp1us
only legends will remember this:
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)
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@kxnglee
So far this album is just further proving the point Juice can’t make a bad song.
Edit: Just because you don’t like juicewrld means his songs are automatically bad. Why do you think niggas still listen to Drake?
@perhaps1666
Preach
@typhoonking8745
Facts
@shykidjeremiah6575
Fr
@Kryptix
Not necessarily, I don't like this song from his others in the album.
@opitman2849
Ørigins ❹ ❷ ⓿ fact
@feruzbek7520
Who is better?
Like : Juice wrld
Comment: Juice wrld
Ignore: Juice wrld
@pureintellectualbeing3575
Him
@bravicai5602
Tough but I'll pick juice wrld #LLJW
@3kkd
#LLJW