BT (410) - 4s or Crash lyrics

[Verse 1: BT] Trappers Yeah I'm still with the 4s But I hang with the crashers Opps got them boy chatting about chat Cause them boy love chat up If I back that smoke Oi, what's that, hands up That po couldn't fit in my clothes f** mazza Extendo clipping it bro Got your whole face shattered Dash with the silly get ghost Oi, bang, rapper Get choked no hands so the sh** don't matter No face, no case cause the sh** don't matter Hit a boy down, mhm oi, maddup, maddup When they come spinning back round Mhm, hammers, hammers Man I keep that hammer on lock They're badders Ritz don't sound like dada Dot same size as a ladder Bow [Verse 2: AM] She was in the room with her friend But I just want noddy Lost some bells in the ride So I might call dotty Bought 5 bells in the shoot Should've got that shotty And, I was in the paigon block How they move like wally Like, no chat I don't wanna hear no words Thought I had beef with men But I got beef with skirts Yeah I got beef with nerds And man did lurk And tear man's shirt They ain't on dirt [Verse 3: Rendo] Opps them sh** Man got praised in my chest Can you really run from a n***a that i run from Copped new joints, bro just copped new joints Live po like where you get the gun from Old school friend Man a shoot an old school friend Cause it's nuts Got me feeling like a love song Opps gone dead Opps gone die Cause it's nuts when you see me with the gloves on [?] Bro copped joints had him [?] Old school days we was sending man shops Now we laugh at the yutes cause they think they're opps Kicked off doors now we tell a man what