Buckets Lyrics – Kyle Richh

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[Intro]
Fu*k, 4z on top like it 41
Grrah
(No, I don’t wanna talk, I already connected the dots
N!gga, this is my lifestyle, they do this s*it for the plot
We got drums like Popeyes, he think I’m pu*sy, he gonna get popped
Do a hit and get low on a bop
Free Shiek, he was letting it—)
(Grrah)

[Chorus]
Free Shiek, he was racking up buckets
.40 stay on my side like a puppet
Truth on my body, I’m star-studded
No tsunami, my body is flooded
Everyone doubted me, I had to up it
I’m the richest YN in this function
Came a long way from Broadway Junction

[Verse 2]
I told Reffy, don’t let him get low
Fu*k a Beamer, we upgraded to Ghost
Couple opps got shot, but you know how it go
Whoa
N!ggas say that they boom but they don’t
Catch (??) with fourth quarter, they choke
I ain’t never got robbed in my life
Only thing I’ma let ’em take from me is notes
We rush the V through they block, tryna make something land
Find a top opp, heavy demand
Pull up, feel like mini Kevin Durant
With the G33, put his head on his hands
Damn, we coming like Iran
You can’t name me a moment I ran
We put up buckets like NBA Jam
N!gga, grrah

[Chorus]
Free Shiek, he was racking up buckets
.40 stay on my side like a puppet
Truth on my body, I’m star-studded
No tsunami, my body is flooded
Everyone doubted me, I had to up it
I’m the richest YN in this function
Came a long way from Broadway Junction