BucketList Letra - Ghostemane

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