Music Video

Featured In

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Saweetie
Saweetie
Vocals
Dirty Sosa
Dirty Sosa
Programming
Drakeo the Ruler
Drakeo the Ruler
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Darrell Caldwell
Darrell Caldwell
Songwriter
Diamonté Harper
Diamonté Harper
Songwriter
Douglas Sosa
Douglas Sosa
Songwriter
Randall Avery Hammers
Randall Avery Hammers
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Riggins
DJ Riggins
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Jacob Richards
Jacob Richards
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Mike Seaberg
Mike Seaberg
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Dirty Sosa
Dirty Sosa
Producer
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Three, two shots got a bitch feelin' risky Saweetie, how it feel doing numbers? I put rims on a hot pink Honda Lip gloss 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 with 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 Lunchable Play like it's all fun and games 'til I'm done with you Someone approachable, I'm unregrettable 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 mixy Three, two shots got a bitch feelin' risky A hundred down the 110 get her sideways I told the bitch, "It's my way or the highway" Double-parked in driveways, on the five K'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 Nathan If you don't wanna war with the don, then bye baby 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 hogger, should've stayed up on her knees longer It's the sleepwalker, heard she got the feet caller, ugh This fit is outrageous, don't ask what it cost nigga Two .9s 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, huh I'm finer than your bitch, and I ain't getting beauty sleep Gotta hit it with it, if you tryna get to me 'Cause my schedule fillin' up, I'm booking 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, snap my fingers, get that right, right now Fat ass, 4.0, making me proud My jewelry outrageous, don't ask me what it cost me Two dimes in the backseat sippin' on dark liquor 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 mixy 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 mixy Three, two shots got a bitch feelin' risky Pretty Bitch Music
Writer(s): Diamonte Harper, Darrell Caldwell, Douglas Sosa Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out