Saweetie and Drakeo The Ruler - Risky

Three, two shots got a bitch feelin' risky

Saweetie, how it feel doin' 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 faves did it better
Hatin' hoes link up, they be mad together
I could do the splits with the hunnid spread and better
Knew the head was special
He givin' brain like a geek
Dior cologne, that shit a bring out the freak
Fuck a fake nigga and a pick me bitch
Mouth slick, lunatic, leave a dirty dick sick
I'm Mr's. Untouchable, I'm like a Lunchables
Play like it's all fun and games 'til I'm done with you
So unapproachable, I'm unfuckwitable
Bitches is all talk, this ain't no interview

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 mixxy
Three, two shots got a bitch feelin' risky

A hundred down the 110, get her sideways
I told the bitches my way or the highway
Double park them driveways, over 5k's
That Instagram shit was cute, we'll tape his block later
Laugh now cry later, there goes another clout chaser
I seen that lil' shit you was uppin', it wasn't 'bout nathin'
If you don't wanna war with the Don, then hop out, fade me
If we talkin' 'bout my wrist and my neck, the price was outrageous
Bling-blaow, at night I could stare at Mei Ling callin'
You know these hoes go back and forth, bro let's ping pong her
Tree hugger, shit aesthetic but her knees longer
It's the sleep walker, heard she got the feet caller (ugh)
This fit is outrageous, don't ask what it cost, nigga
Two nines in the car, heard about us, we mosh people
When the ice hit the light, even made Ray Charles see me
Nigga, ain't no keepin' up, what is y'all thinkin'?

Workin' overtime, yeah, I barely see my sheets
I'm finer then your bitch, and I ain't gettin' beauty sleep
Gotta hit up with it, if you was tryna get to me
'Cause my schedule fillin' up, I'm bookin' summer to the spring
Ain't nobody goin' harder, heard 'bout you and so and so
But it's a difference between a puppet and who run the show
I walked in Magic City, bustin' bands, lettin' hunnids go
All this ice drippin' on my body like a runny nose
Ask me what my life like now
Cosmo and Vogue covers, up the price right now
Princess, let my fingers get that right-right now
Fat ass, four point, I was makin' me proud
My jewelry outrageous, don't ask what it cost neither
Two dimes in the backseat, sippin' on dark liquor
The ice hit the light, even make Ray Charles see me
Bitch, ain't no keepin' up, what is y'all thinkin'?

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 mixxy
Three, two shots got a bitch feelin' risky
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 mixxy
Three, two shots got a bitch feelin' risky (pretty bitch music)

Written by:
Darrell Caldwell, Diamonte Harper

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Lyrics © FETCH PUBLISHING, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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