Bath Salts

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 fakе

Fuck a bitch on bath salts
Never mind, they wеre 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