Risky Saweetie (Ft. Drakeo the Ruler)

[Intro: Saweetie]
Three, two shots got a bitch feelin' risky

[Verse 1: Saweetie]
Saweetie, how it feel doing numbers?
I put rims on a hot pink Honda
Lipgloss on, it's a pretty bitch summer
Take it how you wanna, I put it on my mama
I heard around town I'm the baddest ever
Bitches love sayin' how they fave did it better
Hatin' hoes link up, they be mad together
I could do the splits, but the hundreds spreadin' better
Knew the head was special, he giving brain like a geek
Dior cologne, that shit'll bring out the freak
Fuck a fake nigga and a pick-me bitch
Mouth slick, lunatic, leave a dirty dick sick, huh
I'm Mrs. Untouchable, I'm like a Lunchablе
Play like it's all fun and games 'til I'm done with you
Somеone approachable, I'm unfuckwittable
Bitches is all talk, this ain't no interview

[Chorus: Saweetie]
Ooh, all that drama and that gossip, he can miss me
Ooh, how the hell a broke nigga try to fix me?
Pretty bitch summer, got the whole gang mixy
Three, two shots got a bitch feelin' risky