Bath Salts - CoaastGxd, mostøvoy

Dumb punk mother fucker trynna keep up

Can’t keep up

I like a phat-ass bitch with a b-cup

I’ma eat up

Put’em in a hearse

In the dirt

In the freezer

If you gotta problem better speak up

I don’t ever gotta hear you I’m the reaper

Make a bad bitch sad when I creep up

Out of Place

In your face

I’ma bust a mace

Everybody trynna catch a case

Just to get a place in the race to the bottom of 15 minutes of fame

Then replaced by whoever is better at being fak

Fuck a bitch on bath salts

Never mind, they wre Epsoms

Put a snitch in the asphalt

And you know how we left em

Eenie, meenie, miney, mo

Tag a fuckboi by the toe

And if he hollers kill him slow

(I got, I got, I got, I got)

I got 40's open

Smoking

And a loaded .45

I might put the barrel in my mouth so I can feel alive

Hold the trigger tight and pull it till the blood leaks out the other side

Bitch, the fucking reaper has arrived

(I got, I got, I got, I got)

I got 40's open

Smoking

And a loaded .45

I might put the barrel in my mouth so I can feel alive

Hold the trigger tight and pull it till the blood leaks out the other side

Bitch, the fucking reaper has arrived