Lyrics for this song have yet to be released

[Verse: Lil Skies]
She call me up when she need pipe
My girl ain't playin' with no toys
Watch my back, n***as lurkin'
My girl look better in person
And she still picture perfect (perfect)
Ooh, dip and dab, shorty swervin' (swervin')

[Pre-Chorus: Lil Skies]
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

[Chorus: 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

[Post-Chorus: Lil Skies]
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
Ouu

[Verse 2: Rich The Kid]
Pullin' my wrist up out the coupe (huh)
Steal bitches, Grinch in roof (bitch)
That pussy good, I'm [?] you
You try...
...on the weekend, the weekend
Blame it on me, no, shame on you
No, you can't handle the truth
I might get that 'Rarri coupe (skrrt)
For just to flex on you (flex)

[Chorus: 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