Creeping (Moistrus Remix) Lil Skies (Ft. Rich The Kid)

[Intro]
Blame on me, no, shame on you
No shame on you
Blame on me, no, aye, aye

[Verse 1: Lil Skies]
Blame on me, no, shame on you
No, you can't hide the truth
I'ma slide right through your roof
Might pop a pill or two
Let them hate, we chuck the deuce
Fuck that, we gettin' loose
Pussy sweeter than some juice
I slurp it like it's soup
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'