Bagged down bitch

Got my Balenciaga

Filled to the brim

You should go and ask your mama

Bagged down bitch

Got my Balenciaga

Filled to the brim

You should go and ask your mama

I got red cups

With the blood drip

Cold out here

Frost on my lip

I keep it cold in the whip (sheeet)

I keep a hoe on my hip (shh)

I got gold, let it drip

I got the soup, take a sip (sniff)

I got the magic

And these mad bitches (yea)

I got these bitches mad at me

But they still with it

Keep on askin' when the summers coming

Cause it's cold outside (cause it's cold outside)

Keep on askin' when the summers coming

Cause it's cold outside (cause it's cold)

I like the black on her lips (yea)

I like her back and her hips (shh)

I got her stones so she drips (woo)

I got her stoned so she trips (woo)

I don't get mad (nope)

I don't get sad (nah)

She don't get mad (nah)

She always sad (daddy)

Goth bitch

Bagged down bitch

Got my Balenciaga

Filled to the brim

You should go and ask your mama

Bagged down bitch

Got my Balenciaga

Filled to the brim

You should go and ask your mama

I got red cups

With the blood drip

Cold out here

Frost on my lip

This is the time to speak up

This ain't no time for silence

Y'all gone crazy in your head

Alex ultraviolence

Play it cool

Break all the rules

Y'all got ample opportunity

To play it as it should be

I suggest you listen to me

Punk blood runs right through me

This is a punk anthem

So sue me

Keep on askin' when the summers coming

Cause it's cold outside (cause it's cold outside)

Keep on askin' when the summers coming

Cause it's cold outside (cause it's cold, cause it's cold, cause it's cold outside)