Aye, aye, aye, aye
Aye, aye, aye, aye
Aye, aye, aye, aye

Why you keep digging it? It ain't that deep
Acting all pressed like a Ghostemane tee
Cooking up lies 'cause 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
Twenty fifties left on the floor
Now all these labels, they steal like a hole
I told them no and that's how it's gon' go
I got around and I don't need no ears
Piece of this album for how many Ms?
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 the 26
Don't blame, 'cause you might well miss
Unsigned boy with a band like the Swiss
Bring it all back with a brand new twist
Put a Ghoste clone in a dirt slitwrist
Fuck with my kids, I'm a spring you like this
Dime in my lap, I don't need no bitch
Put a motherfuckin' listen up and don't forget it
It's a mister for a million dollar check up in a minute
Spend it make it worth a minute, if I feel it, I'ma hit it
Listen, keep speculating, they gossiping, y'all got me

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 fu-u-u— (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