GG Buckets - Mickey Diamond & Big Ghost Ltd: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

Mickey Diamond & Big Ghost Ltd

GG Buckets

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Hip-Hop/Rap

GG Buckets was released on December 9, 2022 by Big Ghost Ltd. Music as a part of the album Gucci Ghost

Song Details

AlbumGucci Ghost

Release DateDecember 9, 2022

LabelBig Ghost Ltd. Music

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM78

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Mickey Diamond

Performer

Big Ghost Ltd

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Mickey Diamond

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Big Ghost Ltd

Producer

Lyrics

Burr, brr, uha-ah

What? Who want smoke in here, ****?

Nah, we ain't fuckin' with that

Brr

Nah my ****, we off that, we off that

What? (Diamond)

The whip fast as NASCAR, you might see me in a Corvette

Camouflage bucket like a Vietnam war vet (What?)

Invest fifty racks, we tryna trade stock in forex

Caught a **** slipping, grab the mop, now the floor wet (Brrt)

DoorDash, we bring the beef straight to his doorstep (Hello?)

I ain't slept in weeks, I'm in the gym hittin' more reps

My flesh made of Goretex, I'm famous like Dex was

Tote Jonah Hex guns, rock and roll, sex, drugs (Ow)

Mob with Ty Farris, skip the line, hit the best clubs

Never had squares in my circle, **** just thugs (Never)

Five-hundred for the handmade Gucci Ghost rug (Uh-huh)

Lookin' like the old Gucci Mane with the gold slugs (Burr)

Miss me with the silly shit, he don't penny pinch (Pinch!)

It's thirty in this rocket like he Kenny Smith (Brrt)

You got the goods, I'm the socket, now he really lit

Can talk about the plugs I met too, on some Benny shit

Lime green Balenciagas, glowing while he Henny sip (Uh-huh)

Still lighting trees up like it's December 25th

Shades by Valentino (Check), game like Dan Marino (Check)

In San Bernardino feeling saucy as sofrito

Sip Italian coffee at the bistro

Flip the table, pull out the piece slow

You have a fucking heat stroke

Unique flow, call me Papa John, yo, I keep dough

Dior monsieur, pump shotty inside the peacoat (Boom!)

You up there with the MAC, nah, ****, I don't think so (I don't think so)

Forty dollars for a double shot, you better drink slow (Ah)

She ask me what I'm into, money, that's my kink, ho (Yup)

See, I'm getting paper, now they copying like Kinko's (Woo!)

Fuck it, two tears in the Gucci bucket (Gucci bucket)

Big Umbrella shit, Big Ghost production

We don't open up for ****, yo, we close the function (Func'!)

It's a thousand for a verse, so it's no discussion

Fuck it, two tears in the Gucci bucket (Gucci bucket)

Big Umbrella shit, Big Ghost production

We don't open up for ****, yo, we close the function

It's a thousand for a verse, so it's no discussion

I move with dope-busters who never scared like Bone Crusher

The chrome touch ya, let it burn, I'm no Usher (Brru)

EMS rush ya, shells that collapse your bone structure

With the pen I'm precise as acupuncture (Nice)

Seven digit checks looking like a phone number (Hello?)

I'm always at the beach, I let it stack the whole summer (I did)

Green '95 Air Max, the dope runners

700 Wave, I got them shits in four colors

We don't pay for pussy or fuck with whore mongers (Not at all)

I got a hunger for more, the rap Jeffery Dahmer with bodies under the floor (Hah!)

I unplug the mic and strangle you with the cord, entanglements with the law

Gold medals on my neck, Kurt Angle, Raw as War (True)

Rap money long as train smoke, all aboard (Choo!)

In a Ford 350, knocking "Mightier Than a Sword"

The whole world shut the fuck up when I record (Brum)

Big Ghost on the boards, I'm hitting like Mickey Ward

Restored the feelin', y'all was doin' trap songs and drillin'

I had twenty G's and vintage tees packed to the ceiling

That's when I used to sell clothes, but now I rap for a living

My whole camp independent, who brought a strap in the building?

Bullets flyin' over your head like clever rap **** lyrics (Brrt)

Heads bopping so hard, your neck cramp when you hear it (Diamond)

We let this ghost in the shell capture your spirit (It's The Umbrella, bitch)

Fuck it, two tears in the Gucci bucket (In the Gucci bucket)

Big Umbrella shit, Big Ghost production (Aha)

We don't open up for ****, yo, we close the function (Fuck)

It's a thousand for a verse, so it's no discussion

Fuck it, two tears in the Gucci bucket (Gucci bucket)

Big Umbrella shit, Big Ghost production (Huh?)

We don't open up for ****, yo, we close the function (Fuck)

It's a thousand for a verse, so it's no discussion

Written by: Mickey Diamond

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