Creeping (Feat. Rich the Kid)

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 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 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 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 Hold my wrist up out the coupe two bitches switch-a-roo That pussy good I'm blamin' you you drippin' shame on you She got real water water head real smarter head Think that bitch from Florida you probably can't afford her Bentley truck might park the coupe 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 bitches 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 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 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 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