Bang Bang Freestyle

[Intro]
Okay
Creeper Volume 1 (Understand)
Trim
Rolling deep (Deeper)
Big up my Bomb Squad tuggs
Yo
Yeah we're moving along, moving along
Passing, yeah we're passing through
Girls wanna juice with it on
But it's loose when they're on
Trim
Listen (This here ain't normal [?] swing)

[Verse 1]
Okay it's Trim
Never wanna Trim (Never), never gonna Trim, never on a Trim
And I've always got a gym of canerows
Some chicks that don't even know bros
But I keep it real like feds in plain clothes, they don't
Any boy test, get frozen
The positional pose that he chosen, he try test Trim
Pride in my gym, I'm an origin
If you hate, you won't win, yeah
Yeah, Taliban flow deep, I will damage man
Make beef on the galavan
It's not beef, it's [?] cabbage man
Trim cheat, I will baggage man
[?] Teeth, I will drag you van
Trim's Taliban, I don't care if you're a badder man
I bore bladder and glands
I got, two hands off my hands
I spit grammar for fans
I've got a, habit for grams
You understand?
You don't understand fully
My playground, and I play the bully
I creep up in the hoodie
Leave holes in your wooly and your girls nunny
Says Trim, how could he? (How could he?)
You'll crumble like cookie
Wanna bet? We'll take it to the bookie
You'll get slew like [?] rookie dookie
Yep, Taliban but
Call me Trim, I say Taliban 'cause I'm a skinny thing
And I'm riding foots in the door
Big size 9 Trim, make you [?] in a war, I'm rounding
Look forward to war, so who's trying?
When my crews at the door
No bouncers to hide
I can be a crime scene
More times I'm riding
Flows back needs sizing
No lyrics is lioning
Trim's lioning, ironing any crew trying a ting
Soon I will be buying a ting
But for me, I'm relying on him
No beef is trying a ting
New leaf, just tryna bling
Roll Deep not, [?]
We got beef trying to sing
Guess we're trying to win
It's Trim
Not scared of no one, will swing
No, I'm not scared to throw [?], don't think
Never think Trim is a chump
Are you skint? But I can get a pump
Not a hero, can get drum
Not a 0, won't have none
Bun wind doe and, anyone else that comes along
Usually, I'm in the wrong
But don't get me wrong, I've been here for long
Get lean like bong
The longer write lyrics, write songs
And I'll be on you if you put a foot wrong
I suffer from insomnia so I'm up, all night long
And I know foreigners that need [?]
Come around like curriers
Give your face a tongue
Trim's coming
Better be on your toes
The flows I compose, thinking bozos wanna be broke
On the spot as real goes, I spit some ill flows
But I know [?] a stage show
Trim here on the know
I suppose is, case closed
Lyrical hose in your clothes
Physical blow through your nose
Who wants those?
Write my own flows
Some take flows, or remix flows
Take my own flows
Some take flows, remix and make flows
Feel big, I don't set the stage flows
That's not [?]
Can't copy me because I [?]
Understood? You should be 'cause I, can be safe
I got lumber wood in your face

[Chorus]
You don't have to be buff to use Trim
You can be broke, 'cause used to moving
If your man resist the music
Use a good excuse and [?] Trim, Trim, Trim
You don't have to be buff to use Trim
You can be broke, 'cause used to moving
If your man resist the music
Loose him, loose him

[Verse 2]
Yo, alright
My name's Trim, what's yours?
This rave we're in got's exit doors
So let me buy you a drink and explain what we need to exit for, I'm yours
You could be mine, I'm not looking for a wife
I got the time if you've got the gem, and behind
I'm blessed, with a couple inches [?]
Areas of my sign
[?]
Bun for bun, I don't mind
Big, meaty thighs
I'm beefing pussy like sweaty pie
I'm not eating guys, hi
Excited at times so I write in a straight line to express my vibe
Taliban, skinny niggas vibe
I'm thinking along those lines
Free all my guys

[Chorus]
You don't have to be buff to use Trim
You can be broke, 'cause used to moving
If your man resist the music
Use a good excuse and use Trim, use Trim
You don't have to be buff to use Trim
You can be broke, 'cause used to moving
If your man resist the music
Loose him, loose him
And...

[Verse 3]
In my district, you'll get your wig split
Hips kicked, and your lips ripped off
I wouldn't risk it for a biscuit
Leave you outside, quick fit
Make it with lipstick
Get [?]
Girls will get [?], any prick gets it
My flows crystalistic
And plastic did this with the hips width
In my bits? You get your lips split with bricks
And your dick kicked off
I wouldn't try God, [?]
You be looking like cyclopes
[?] and high tops
Hot rocks, and eyes that eye drops
Hot dogs on guys that try wash
Get lost or die lost
Get bore, like why not?
Kick off doors like knock, knock, with no Glocks
[?] on mum, suck yours
Fuck you, your bum, [?] and [?]
I don't just run gums, I bore
Punctured lips, lungs, and more
I get kids, mums and doors
Fuck clit, friends and whores

[Outro]
What, is that the end of the tune?