Jammin with Bri3

[Intro: Kya Renee]
One, two, Kya's coming for you
Cookin' with Kya, Cookin' with Kya
One, two, Kya's coming for you
Cookin' with Kya, Cookin' with Kya (Adean)

[Chorus: Bri3]
Nigga, don't ask me to cook, it's no ring on my finger, I'm too turnt, you gettin' dragged
You 'bout to go pull up that Brook, unless you want air, but I'll cook if you pull out a stack
I got a football boo, he swear he in love, that nigga skip practice to see me
Got a trapper nigga too, take me to the mall, everythin' that I'm wantin' is free

[Verse 1: Bri3]
Pillow talkin' get you smacked out
Mirrors got tint and this truck, it's blacked out
Cruel, I'm goin' for hoes tryna act out
Beatin' her in 'til she done, make her tap out
If you a girlfriend, you a dummy
Y'all cap for these niggas, I'm doin' them cruddy
Y'all freakin' these niggas, I'm spendin' they money
Some bang and they rich, but I'm knowin' they crummy
They say I'm different and I'm prominent
Run game on your ho, think that she stoppin' it
Got him obsessed, got him feelin' my confidence
Arrogant girl, I can't help that I'm confident
Girl out the ghetto, so Brook got me bougie
Chocolate skin with my pretty gold jewelry
Havin' my way 'til my life is a movie
Havin' my way, don't play me like a goofy

[Pre-Chorus: Bri3]
Uh, Bri3
Jammin' with Bria, jammin' with Bria

[Chorus: Bri3]
Nigga, don't ask me to cook, it's no ring on my finger, I'm too turnt, you gettin' dragged
You 'bout to go pull up that Brook, unless you want air, but I’ll cook if you pull out a stack
I got a football boo, he swear he in love, that nigga skip practice to see me
Got a trapper nigga too, take me to the mall, everythin' that I'm wantin' is free

[Verse 2: ​lilwhitez]
Fuck cookin' with Kya, we jammin' B3
I come with that P, make you drop to your knee
His bitch on my line, she swear that she know me now, she like, she tryna cook with Joe B
Lil' Whitez don't be trickin', Lil' Whitez don't be cookin'
You better get your bitch, she look, then she tooken
You want me pull up, you gotta pay me for bookin'
She stop fuckin' with me, she can't fuck with me after
You better work, like If you don't, we gon' see you
Shoutout to B3, Drac' to your face, it gon' meet you
If I need brodie to look, you better run we gon—
Bitch said she love me, respondin' like I don't believe you
Brodie say, "Take off, all these of these niggas beneath you"
I tell 'em better not took off, I ain't say shit about it
If your watch can get took off, better ain't say shit about it
He knew I fucked his lil' bitch, he ain't even say shit ab— (Nah, for real, no cap, nigga)

[Pre-Chorus: Bri3 & lilwhitez]
Uh, Bri3
Jammin' with Bria (We jammin' with Bri), jammin' with Bria (No cap, nigga)

[Chorus: Bri3]
Nigga, don't ask me to cook, it's no ring on my finger, I'm too turnt, you gettin' dragged
You 'bout to go pull up that Brook, unless you want air, but I’ll cook if you pull out a stack
I got a football boo, he swear he in love, that nigga skip practice to see me
Got a trapper nigga too, take me to the mall, everythin' that I'm wantin' is free (It's all free)

[Outro: Bri3]
It's all free for Bri3
It's all free for me