Creeping (feat. Rich the Kid)

[Lil Skies]

Blame on me, no shame on you

No shame on you, blame on me no

Ayy, ayy

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)

Fuck that, we gettin' loose

Pussy sweeter than some juice (some juice)

I slurp it like it's soup

Ayy, she a naughty type on the weekend

But tonight 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

Why you like to lie, shawty, you know you impressed

See you fuckin' 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 fuck with solid niggas (aye)

She don't be fuckin' 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, niggas lurkin', my girl look better in person

And she still picture perfect, 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 you cravings

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)

Fuck that, we gettin' loose

Pussy sweeter than some juice (some juice)

I slurp it like it's soup

Ayy, she a naughty type on the weekend

But tonight 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

[Rich The Kid]

Hold my wrist up out the coupe, two bitches spread your roof

That pussy good, I'm blamin' you, you drippin', shame on you

She got real water (water), head real smarter (head)

They into bitches from Florida, you probably can't afford her

Bentley truck might park the coupe, I'm livin' 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 bitches is bad, they do the most

She way too foreign, straight off the boat

I put her on top, she leakin', she leakin'

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

[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)

Fuck that, we gettin' loose

Pussy sweeter than some juice (some juice)

I slurp it like it's soup

Ayy, she a naughty type on the weekend

But tonight 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