"BucketList" lyrics

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

Why you keep digging it? It ain't that deep
Acting all pressed like a Ghostemane tee
Cooking up lies 'cause there ain't no tea
Bet it's all cap on me, bitch

Y'all got me fucked up, fucked up, fucked up, fuck
Y'all got me fucked up, fucked up, fucked up, fuck
Y'all got me fucked up, fucked up, fucked up, fuck
Y'all got me fucked up, fucked up, fucked up, fucked up

New flow, not with a new Ghoste'
2015, slept on the floor
Now all these labels chasin' like a ho
I told 'em, "No," and that's how it's gon' go
Word got around that I don't need no ends
"He sold his album for how many M's?"
B-L-K-M-G like this
Every shot that I take don't miss
Talk shit, then look at your bucket list
I put a check in every box by '26
Don't blink or you might well miss
Unsigned boy with a bank like the Swiss
Bring it all back with a brand-new twist
Put a Ghoste' clone in the dirt, slit wrist
Fuck with my kids, I'ma spray you like mist
Dime in my lap, I don't need no bitch
Put it up, motherfucker, listen up and don't forget it
It's the mister puttin' a million-dollar track up in a minute
Spittin' a million words a minute, if I'm feelin' it, I'ma hit it
Listen, keep speculating and gossiping

Y'all got me fucked up, fucked up, fucked up, fuck
Y'all got me fucked up, fucked up, fucked up, fuck
Y'all got me fucked, fucked, fucked, fucked
Y'all got me fucked up, fucked up, fucked up, fucked up

B to the LK to the MG, ain't got shit to prove
Fuck the other side, bitch
Yeah, you know what the fuck I'm talking about
Yeah, you know what the fuck I'm talking about