@CoaastGxd - Bath Salts
Produced by mostovoy
Engineered, mixed and mastered by Eddy Vocals
lyrics
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 fake,
Fuck a bitch on bath salts,
Never mind, they were 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
