[Intro – Vince Staples]
Crabs in a bucket
[Verse 1 – Vince Staples]
Crabs in a bucket
Wanna see you at the bottom, don’t you love it?
When they’re hating so you hit ’em with the encore
Sending shots but you at the top floor
Let ’em pop sh**, give me some d** to go pop with
Need white women at the shows unconscious
If not that then topless, earned all this
Get with that or get in the moshpit
Where’s your moxie? Ain’t you from Poppy?
Young man, you not acting too co*ky
Prolly ’cause I’m feeling like the world gon’ crash
Read a hundred something on the E-cla** dash
If I’m feeling funny, guaranteed gon’ blast
co*k back, blast, put ’em in a bag
Prolly gon’ regret it in the retrospect
Got a lot of problems I ain’t let go yet
[Verse 2 – Vince Staples]
Spend a lot of money on the CDG
Ain’t I looking lovely on the TV screen?
Battle with the white man day by day
Feds taking pictures doing play by play
They don’t ever want to see the black man eat
Nails in the black man’s hands and feet
Put him on a cross so we put him on a chain
Lying to me, saying he don’t look like me
Rollcage on the GT3
How a show on stage like a DVD?
Put me in the MoMA when it’s over with
I used to look up to the sky, now I’m over sh**
[Outro – Kilo Kish]
Remember that I still got you
I still got you here
It’s rare they’d come across you?
I kept you hidden in my head
Drowning in my own ocean
I forgot to care
And you can drop the anchor, baby
I know what’s under there
It never really crossed my mind to think
Maybe you’d avert your glance at me?
Ever really cross your mind
Ever really cross your mind
I ain’t never had no chance to breathe