Creeping (feat. Rich the Kid)

(Menoh) 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 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 fuck with solid niggas (ayy)
 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, 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
 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 (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 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