SHOT O’ CLOCK Saweetie

[Intro]
We gon' turn up at the party
Takin' shots off of my body
Pour me up (London on the track, London on the track, bitch)
Go (We got London on the track)
Ayy

[Chorus]
One shot, two shots, three shots (Ayy), shot o' clock
(Uno, dos, tres), shot o' clock
Diamonds in my cup, so I want it on the rocks
Pour it, pour it, pour it (Pour me up)
Pour it, pour it, pour it (Pour me up)
Pour it, pour it, pour it (Pour me up)
BYOB, don't be lookin' at my cup

[Verse 1]
Tonight we gettin' white girl wasted, ayy
Clique full off baddies, no basics, ayy
This gon' be an icy girl favorite, ayy
Shots got me leanin' like The Matrix
All my bitches bend over, look back at it, and buss it
I'm the one that made him buy you Birkins just to touch that
Wop-wop-wop-wop-wop, make them hips roll
Drop it down, get low (If you a bad bitch)