(Intro)
Blame on me, no shame on you lot
No shame on y'all, blame on me no
Ayy, ayy

(Chorus: Lil Skies)
Arraign on me, no, shame on y'all (on you lot)
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)
f*ck that, we gettin' loose
p*ss* sweeter than some juice (some juice)
I slurp it like it's soup

(Mail service-Chorus: Lil Skies)
Ayy, she a naughty type on the weekend
But this night she gon' allow me offset to pitter-patter in
Baby goin' crime, I'm playin' defense
You on superlative, I swear that'southward the perfect sequence, ooh

(Verse 1: Lil Skies)
Why y'all like to lie, shawty, you know you impressed
See you f*ckin' with me now 'cause I bossed upward and I flex
All they similar to do is talk, when they knew that I was next
I just come up upward with these hits and lay depression, collect my checks
She f*ck with solid north*gg*s (aye)
She don't be f*ckin' with broke boys, I ran it up, that was my choice
She call me up when she need pipe, my girl own't playin' with no toys
Watch my back, due north*gg*south lurkin', my girl look ameliorate in person
And she still picture perfect, dip and dash when we swervin'
Oh me, oh my (oh my)
Put my manus on your thighs (your thighs)
If I come through tonight (tonight)
I'll make y'all touch the heaven (the sky)
Don't need to flash my eye (my heart)
No, I'thousand non even playin' (I'k not playin')
Yous know just what I'm sayin' (what I'chiliad sayin')
Got you and all you cravings

(Chorus: Lil Skies)
Blame on me, no, shame on you lot (on you)
No, you lot tin can't hide the truth
I'ma slide right through your roof (your roof)
Might pop a pill or ii
Allow them detest, we chuck the deuce (the deuce)
f*ck that, we gettin' loose
p*ss* sweeter than some juice (some juice)
I slurp it like information technology'due south soup

(Mail-Chorus: Lil Skies)
Ayy, she a naughty type on the weekend
Just tonight she gon' allow me kickoff to creep in
Infant goin' crime, I'thousand playin' defence
You on height, I swear that'south the perfect sequence, ooh

(Verse 2: Rich The Kid)
Hold my wrist up out the coupe, two b*tch*s, spread your roof
That p*ss* good, I'm blamin' you, you lot drippin', shame on yous
She got real h2o (water), head existent smarter (smarter)
They into b*tch*south from Florida, yous probably can't afford her
Bentley truck, might park the coupe, I'm livin' comfortable
Talk money then I'm stuck with you lot, now I'm in love with you lot
Plug pull up in the UFO, no small talk, I'thou the CEO
My b*tch*due south is bad, they do the most
She fashion too foreign, direct off the boat
I put her on acme, she leakin', she leakin'
Touch you a freak on the weekend, the weekend
Blame on me, no shame on you lot, girl you can't hide the truth
I might go a 'Rari coupe, but just to flex on you

(Chorus: Lil Skies)
Blame on me, no, shame on you (on you)
No, you tin'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)
f*ck that, nosotros gettin' loose
p*ss* sweeter than some juice (some juice)
I slurp information technology like it'south soup

(Post-Chorus: Lil Skies)
Ayy, she a naughty type on the weekend
But tonight she gon' let me commencement to creep in
Baby goin' crime, I'1000 playin' defence force
You lot on pinnacle, I swear that'due south the perfect sequence, ooh