Krab Bucket ft. wilm.9 Lyrics

Eyes closed and mind open but I'm losing it

I tried to find a meaning but the words were too lose to fit

It's ludicrous

And I'm just tryna stay lucrative

It's been a bit

But my head's still Lucifer's looney bin

Money, money, crusty crab in the bucket

No shell, no hell, saying: "fuck it"

I feel stuck in but I ain't stuck it

Money, money, crusty crab in the bucket

Fuck it

And i'm just tryna cut up all my losses

I'm locked in but I feel like I lost it

Spill the crap bucket like I lost shit

Fill a crab bucket on some claw shit

And all this law shit is toxic

And I just need a rest

Cardiac around

Cardio to flex

Cardi B to bump

Playboi Carti test

Late night "you up" text like "who's up next?"

It's still me and I'm set for it

But I don't stay parked, you know I run forest

Yeah, I gun for it

Just right portage

All night touring

My flights boring

You're impressed and I'm stressed

But I'm still gon' fucking floor it

Money, money, crusty crab in the bucket

No shell, no hell, saying: "fuck it"

I feel stuck in but I ain't stuck it

Money, money, crusty crab in the bucket

Fuck it

Money, money, crusty crab in the bucket

No shell, no hell, saying: "fuck it"

I feel stuck in but I ain't stuck it

Money, money, crusty crab in the bucket

Fuck it

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, (yeah) yeah

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, (yeah) yeah

Bad aftertaste in my mouth again

I'm sick and tired of always feeling like I'll never win

It's never good enough

I'm never up to snuff

I'm sick and tired of always feeling like I've fucked it up

So I'mma fuck it up and never look back

I got the crowd nodding heads when I'm on the attack

Just a pawn to my craft

And I pawn upon when I rap

I throw up my mask

And a pompom at the stands

I palm palms with my hand

The whole stereos grand

And I just cram when I stand

I got that stamina jam, damn

Accounts count it up but they can't ever count enough

I'm just tryna counter all their counters with my countercuffs

Yeah

I'm a Debbie downer, huh?

But I bet Debbie downed enough to counteract her counter cup

And she's got me dancing double dutch

Fuck her double fudge

And leave her walking with a crutch

So put the crabs back in the bucket, bruh

Leant forward got him slumping with the uppercuts

But lower ones hit way deeper with all the turtle funds

Win some, choose some, go burgle some

Lose some, gain some when you fucking murder 'em

Money, money, crusty crab in the bucket

No shell, no hell, saying: "fuck it"

I feel stuck in but I ain't stuck it

Money, money, crusty crab in the bucket

Fuck it

Money, money, crusty crab in the bucket

No shell, no hell, saying: "fuck it"

I feel stuck in but I ain't stuck it

Money, money, crusty crab in the bucket

Fuck it

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, (yeah) yeah

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, (yeah) yeah

Money, money, crusty crab in the bucket

No shell, no hell, saying: "fuck it"

I feel stuck in but I ain't stuck it

Money, money, crusty crab in the bucket

Fuck it (fuck it)