Rich The Kid - Creeping lyrics

[Intro] Blame on me no shame on you No shame on you, blame on me no Aye, aye [Bridge: Lil Skies] Blame on me, no shame on you No you can't hide the truth Imma slide right through yo roof Might pop a pill or two Let them hate, we chop the deuce f** that, we gettin' loose p**y sweeter than some juice I slurp it like it's soup [Chorus: Lil Skies] She a naughty type on the weekend Perfect night, she gon' let me start to creepin' Baby go on offense, I'm playin' defense You want top, I swear that's the perfect sequence [Verse 1: Lil Skies] Why you like to lie, shawty, you know you impressed See you f**in' with me now cause I bossed up and I flex All they like to do is talk when they knew that I was next I just come up with these hits and lay low, collect my checks She f** with solid n***as She don't be f**in' with broke boys I ran it up, that was my choice She call me up when she need pipe My girl ain't playing with no toys Watch my back, n***as lurkin' My girl look better in person And she still picture perfect Dip and dash when we swervin' Oh me, oh my Put my hand on your thighs If I come through tonight I'll make you touch the sky Don't need to wink my eye Know I'm not even playin' You know just what I'm sayin' Got you and all your cravings [Bridge: Lil Skies] Blame on me, no shame on you No you can't hide the truth Imma slide right through yo roof Might pop a pill or two Let them hate, we chop the deuce f** that, we gettin' loose p**y sweeter than some juice I slurp it like it's soup [Chorus: Lil Skies] She a naughty type on the weekend Perfect night, she gon' let me start to creepin' Baby go on offense, I'm playin' defense You want top, I swear that's the perfect sequence [Verse 2: Rich The Kid] Hold my wrist up out the coupe Two b**hes, spread your roof That p**y good, I'm blamin' you You drippin', shame on you She got real water Head real smarter They into b**hes from Florida You probably can't afford her Bentley truck might park the coupe I'm living comfortable Talk money then I'm stuck with you Now I'm in love with you Plug pull up in the UFO No small talk, I'm the CEO My b**hes is bad, they do the most She way too foreign, straight off the boat I put her on top, she leaking, she leaking Touch you a freak on the weekend, the weekend 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 [Bridge: Lil Skies] Blame on me, no shame on you No you can't hide the truth Imma slide right through yo roof Might pop a pill or two Let them hate, we chop the deuce f** that, we gettin' loose p**y sweeter than some juice I slurp it like it's soup [Chorus: Lil Skies] She a naughty type on the weekend Perfect night, she gon' let me start to creepin' Baby go on offense, I'm playin' defense You want top, I swear that's the perfect sequence