Craters (Smith.b Remix) ft. Smith.b Lyrics

Zoot suits with guns up to their waist bands

Hi guys I'll put your head in a trashcan

Watch public access with 20 year commercials

Got one figure and my bank accounts purple

I'd die for a chance to go to hell in a crater

Hot wire cars with these sticky fingers

Who knew there was a riot on earth but the big big man who sold all your dirt

Fucked for the fifth by photo taking crooks

Who stole all my books and old Nintendo consoles

Sold em at the pawn shops I gotta buy em back

But my back accounts empty I gotta resort to crack

Bang Bang, round glasses and gold frames

Double down on money, got addicted to profane

Taped up chucks, got a resident code name

Half a car of white girls like I'm moving some cocaine

Introduction but it's more of a revival

Desecration but it's more of a maniacal

Lost cause for these open charge

But the fact that you're still breathing proves none lost at all

Clap on Clap off like it's 85

You wanna go then let's step the fuck outside

Takin over, never taking chances

Baddest gang forever

Yo I made all these beats

I see the heat-seeking-missile seasons

Crucified

Then indite me for treason

The best I can do

More like the worst I can

But you'll see me on a corner saying wars a good reason

Buy bricks then you turn into a dead guy

Start a riot then they comin' at you chest high

Move guns, cocaine and cash

Dyin for a chance just to take your life back

Buy bricks then you turn into a dead guy

Start a riot then they comin' at you chest high

Move guns, cocaine and cash

Dyin for a chance just to take your life back

Crunch time and I'm gunnin' for your admiral

Sea of regret behind every binocular

Punchin a time card to barely make minimum

Bidin my time, can't wait for residuals

Constant reminders that I'm out of focus

The man in your house steals the green and then spends it

Don't point the finger at me you'll regret it

I'll knock your block off then start askin' questions

This timing is perfect a flawless rendition in 10 years from now

All these kids will be singing

Constant reminders that I'm out of focus

The man in your house steals the green and then spends it

Don't point the finger at me you'll regret it

I'll knock your block off then start askin' questions

This timing is perfect a flawless rendition in 10 years from now

All these kids will be singing

Buy bricks then you turn into a dead guy

Start a riot then they comin' at you chest high

Move guns, cocaine and cash

Dyin for a chance just to take your life back

Buy bricks then you turn into a dead guy

Start a riot then they comin' at you chest high

Move guns, cocaine and cash

Dyin for a chance just to take your life back

She would rather take the chance and pray with the reverend

Then wear a fuckin condom and morning after

Take a morning after guess that's the Plan B

Third eye open there ain't shit I can't see

Sea sick and I'm boat trippin'

Tea sippin' with the Queen and her servants

Slang gongs with the crew and the captain

But I'd rather slang bongs with my crew in the back bitch

Back in the day only had 50 channels

Now I got 1000 and watch Twitter handles

Eat straight ramen watch Kardashian fables

Holy shit look at her butt

Cruel sabers

Run fast when the cops chase ya

Guns and lights, make me feel safer

Gun free zones, you mean bring razors

When you're straight savage these rules don't faze ya