3Sum Lyrics

One, two, freak something, wanna have a 3Sum

Pull up in a bonnet, hitting curbs, in a Nissan

Mix match socks, booty shorts, titties C-cup

Phone full of niggas, asking"baby, did you eat something"

Own car, own stuff, baby she don't need nothing

Diamonds are forever, VVS her, just in three months

Cold bitch, Detroit, hair did, feet done

Sit next to the deacon, Christian Dior sneakers

Bills paid, hair did, edges look like she three months

Hair down to her waist, she a ten in the face, no make-up

Twenty niggas text her"good morning" that's off the wake up

Waist slim, face tough, shaped up, shawty caked up

She a big a stunter, quick to cut a nigga off that's if he can't do shit for her

Can't run game on her, she the baby, with plenty big brothers

Got that thang on her, she ain't gotta hold my stick for me

She don't want no pit-bull, want a yorkie

Rich woman, boujie expensive, yea she like Rick Owens

Lit woman, everyday Halloween how I trick sum

I put dick on her, dozens of flowers and I might gift sum

OnlyFans popping, don't watch it if you can't tip nothing

One, two, freak sum, wanna have a 3Sum

Pull up in a bonnet, hitting curbs, in a Nissan

Mix match socks, booty shorts, titties C-cup

Phone full of niggas, asking"baby, did you eat sum"

Own car, own stuff, baby she don't need nothing

Diamonds are forever, VVS her, just in three months

Cold bitch, Detroit, hair did, feet done

Sit next to the deacon, Christian Dior sneakers