Bags in the Wynter

Lyrics

[Intro] (A lot of people break my chops, Joe, big guy like you? Driving a Kia? Kia Sorento?) (You should drive a Cadillac, Mercedes) (I mean—) (Don't need all that) (No?) (Take a look, this is a new 2022 Kia Sorento, alright? You got the twenty-two inch rims) Know a little freak in Hollywood (You got the fuckin' seats) Know a little freak in Hollywood Ayy, bags in the winter Bags in the winter Bags in the winter Bags in the winter I get bags in the winter Bags in the— [Chorus] I get bags in the winter Crash out to be a member She just wanna fuck me 'causе her last nigga didn't And I am, put that pussy on a platter, Chinesе dinner, take her out If I see a opp 'round this bitch, I'ma take him down Every time I hit your block, bitch, you ain't never there Lulu down to her socks, bitch, my ho coming trim I put shots on them, guap on them, why you talk to them? I got these ol' knots, big ol' chops, I could cut his limb [Verse] I can't stop, I gotta get paid Every day, I work like a maid From the dark, you know where I came I'm just sad, this shit ain't the same Got the bread on me, I ain't playin' You ain't stayin' with me, you ain't gangin' You ain't rollin' with me, you ain't shootin' shit Think I'm singin' but I'll really do you, bitch Don't get fucked up by this auto tune and shit Think he slumped off the drank, but it's Sudafed I ain't givin' no fucks, I'll shoot 'em fast She so thick, we just fucked and I blew the bag Get a bag to fly out to Budapest We all ball like we not knowin' who to check That bitch worship me, shit, I'm like Buddha, man I was down and kept rollin' like Scooter, man I'm a artist, her body like Juliet I'm a dog, baby, I do not need a vet IRS to these niggas, I'm takin' checks I don't care where I'm goin', I'm takin' necks Say they like how I'm scorin', they placin' bets Said she like how I'm flowin', she wanna text Told 'em I wanted more, I'm not takin' less You so fine, bae, how you not taken yet? You a dime and I'll be your quarterback Had that shine on me way before the check It's a crime to talk, where my lawyer at? You got time, you know that I tote it, yeah [Chorus] I get bags in the winter Crash out to be a member She just wanna fuck me 'cause her last nigga didn't And I am, put that pussy on a platter, Chinese dinner, take her out If I see a opp 'round this bitch, I'ma take him down Every time I hit your block, bitch, you ain't never there Lulu down to her socks, bitch, my ho coming trim I put shots on them, guap on them, why you talk to them? I got these ol' knots, big ol' chops, I could cut his limb