My b#tch dont really like it when i walk round with that weapon uh
3 stocks off him with these blasters it get hectic uh
That boy play with fate we make sure his #ss sent to heaven uh
Gotta bad mood in this b#tch wit a stick air it out if a b#tch get restless uh
Bath salt
Bath salt
We smokin on some sherm
Heat right on his head
Like we done gave that boy a perm
She not really yours lil n#gg# it was jus ya turn, uh
Ba ba ba, he gon cry bout a b#tch
I count them racks, smoke a blunt, then i dip
I keep than 9, posted right on my hip
Jus like a hoodie, that boy gettin zipped, uh
b#tch im the goat, never miss
Bag onna, bag onna, bag onna b#tch
Yo b#tch a sl#t, turn that b#tch to a trick
Feel like im groot, i done came with a stick
Rick on my boots, 223s in the clip
That boy he mad, cause his mans in the zip
That lil n#gg# dissin me but
Won’t say sh#t in person
Draw this sh#t out any time
And im not talkin cursive
Voices in my head the only n#gg#s i converse with
I can’t trust no hoe no more
No that sh#t is not workin
Glocky b my shawty
Only thing i put my trust in
Slits and sh#t all on my wrists
My diamonds needed cuttin
That b#tch hella bad
But i think i f#cked on her cousin
Erica the choppa i walk in and ima buss it
Bath salt
Bath salt
Smokin on some sherm
Heat right on his head
Like we done gave that boy a perm
She not really yours lil n#gg#
It was jus ya turn
Uh
All my n#gg#s anarchist
We wanna see it
Burn
Burn
Burn
Burn
Burn
Burn
b#tch we wanna see it
Burn
Burn
Burn
Burn
Burn
Burn
Burn
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AZAEZEL Lyrics – BATHSALTS