Текст песни Bath Salts - CoaastGxd

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