“Oh, my gosh, I just don’t know if I should share all of this information,” Saweetie says after a fit of giggles. The rising Los Angeles rapper is talking about her superstar boyfriend of more than two years, Quavo—specifically, what first attracted her to him.
She is stretched out on a low-slung chaise at the Sunset Marquis, the fabled West Hollywood haunt. It’s early February, about a month before California went on lockdown, and Saweetie is wearing a chocolate velvet catsuit that looks as though it was poured over her hourglass figure, fur-covered slides, and a Gucci headband that keeps her hair pinned up high. We’re sitting poolside, far out of earshot of her boyfriend (who’s inside trying on clothes), when she inches closer to me, as if to divulge a secret.
“He’s always been fine to me,” she says, blushing. “In a group chat [with friends], I would screenshot his picture and be like, ‘Damn, this nigga is fine.’ ”
Considering her biggest hits are braggadocious hot-girl anthems—like her viral debut, “ICY GRL,” and last summer’s slinky earworm “My Type,” in which she growls, Eight-inch big, ooh, that’s good pipe—it’s somewhat disarming to see this bashful side of Saweetie. The only things pinker than her cheeks at the moment are the iridescent, jewel-studded nails she’s impishly hiding behind.
How Saweetie and Quavo—the de facto leader and production savant of the multiplatinum, Grammy-nominated rap trio Migos—first started dating is a story that began the way many modern young romances tend to. Which is to say, it started over the Gram.
“I seen her on my Explore page,” remembers Quavo, who joins us to pick at a burger and fries. “I was like, ‘Damn! Who is this?’ So I did my research and I DM her. I was like, ‘How she going to call herself icy and she don’t talk to me?’ ”
“So I slid in her DM,” he adds. “I told her, ‘You an icy girl, you need a glacier boy.’ ”
“He sent me the snowflake [emoji],” says Saweetie, “and I sent him the stir-fry back”—a nod to one of Migos’ biggest hits.