Creeping lyrics

[Intro: Lil Skies]
Menoh
Blame on me, no, shame on you
No shame on you, blame on me, no
Ayy, ayy

[Chorus: Lil Skies]
Blame on me, no, shame on you (on you)
No, you can't hide the truth
I'ma slide right through your roof (your roof)
Might pop a pill or two
Let them hate, we chuck the deuce (the deuce)
f*ck that, we gettin' loose
pus*y sweeter than some juice (some juice)
I slurp it like it's soup
Ayy, she a naughty type on the weekend
Perfect night, she gon' let me start to creep in
Baby goin' offense, I'm playin' defense
You on top, I swear that's the perfect sequence, ooh

[Verse 1: Lil Skies]
Why you like to lie, shawty, you know you impressed
See you f*ckin' with me now 'cause I bossed up, and I flex
All they liked to do was talk, when I knew that I was next
I just come up with these hits and lay low, collect my checks
She f*ck with solid n*ggas (ayy)
She don't be f*ckin' with broke boys, I ran it up, that was my choice
She call me up when she need pipe, my girl ain't playin' with no toys
Watch my back, n*ggas lurkin', my girl look better in person
And she still picture perfect, ooh, dip and dash when we swervin'
Oh me, oh my (oh my)
Put my hand on your thighs (your thighs)
If I come through tonight (tonight)
I'll make you touch the sky (the sky)
Don't need to wink my eye (my eye)
No, I'm not even playin' (I'm not playin')
You know just what I'm sayin' (what I'm sayin')
Got you and all your cravings
[Chorus: Lil Skies]
Blame on me, no, shame on you (on you)
No, you can't hide the truth
I'ma slide right through your roof (your roof)
Might pop a pill or two
Let them hate, we chuck the deuce (the deuce)
f*ck that, we gettin' loose
pus*y sweeter than some juice (some juice)
I slurp it like it's soup
Ayy, she a naughty type on the weekend
Perfect night, she gon' let me start to creep in
Baby goin' offense, I'm playin' defense
You on top, I swear that's the perfect sequence, ooh

[Verse 2: Rich The Kid]
Hold my wrist up out the coupe, two b*tches switch-a-roo
That pus*y good, I'm blamin' you, you drippin', shame on you
She got real water (water), head real smarter (head)
Think that b*tch from Florida (Florida), you probably can't afford her (no)
Bentley truck might park the coupe (skrr), I'm livin' comfortable
Told money then I'm stuck with you, no, I'm in love with you
Plug pull up in the UFO, no small talk, I'm the CEO
My b*tches is bad, they do the most
She way too foreign, straight off the boat
I put her on top, she leakin', she leakin'
Turn to a freak on the weekend, The Weeknd
Blame on me, no, shame on you, girl, you can't hide the truth
I might get a 'Rari coupe, but just to flex on you
[Chorus: Lil Skies]
Blame on me, no, shame on you (on you)
No, you can't hide the truth
I'ma slide right through your roof (your roof)
Might pop a pill or two
Let them hate, we chuck the deuce (the deuce)
f*ck that, we gettin' loose
pus*y sweeter than some juice (some juice)
I slurp it like it's soup
Ayy, she a naughty type on the weekend
Perfect night, she gon' let me start to creep in
Baby goin' offense, I'm playin' defense
You on top, I swear that's the perfect sequence, ooh