Crabs In A Bucket (Explicit) - Vince Staples

Written by：Vince Staples/Zack Sekoff/Justin Vernon/Lakisha Robinson

Crabs in a bucket

Crabs in a bucket

Wanna see what the bottom don't cha love it

When they're hatin' so you hit 'em with the encores

Sendin' shots but you at the top floor

Let 'em pop **** give 'em some ***** to go pop with

Need white women at the shows unconscious

If not getting your self standard sue

Get with that or get in the moshpit

Where's your moxie in truth from poppy

Young man you not actin' too cocky

Prolly 'cause I'm feelin' like the world gon' crash

Run a hundred somethin' on the e class dash

Them feelin' funny guarantee gon' flash

**** back blast put him in the bag

Prolly gonna regret it in the retrospect

Got a lot of problems I ain't let go yet

Spend a lot of money on the cdg

Ain't I lookin' lovely on the TV screen

Battle with the white man day by day

Feds takin' pictures doin' play by play

They don't never want to see the black man eat

Nails in a black man's hands and feet

Put 'em on a 'cross or you put 'em on a chain

Lines be the same he don't look like me

Rollcage on the gt3

Had a show on stage like a DVD

Put me in the moma when it show it

I used to look up to the sky now I'm over ****

Remember that I still got you

I still got you here

I swear that they come and got you

Hidden in my head

Tryna vanish

I forgot to care

You been good baby

Now it's under there

Never acrossed my mind to think

Maybe you'd have flashed a glance at me

I never crossed him back

I never crossed him back

I never had no chance to breathe