Trim Freestyle

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Listen
Yo, yo
2
Creeper Volume 2 (Yeah, yeah)
Trim (Trim)
Roll Deep (Deeper)
Big up Riko, big up Wiley (Wiley)
(Riko Dan)
Right now we're moving alone (Yeah)
Trim's improving and wrong
Yo
Oi this tune's fucked

[Verse 2]
Roll Deep wrongin' (Wrongin')
So test Trim, come on
You be jet spray with lungs on
I don't care where you thugs are from
You're not thugged, where I'm from
I know what you're on
You say that you, know what I'm on
But you don't know what I'm on
If you knew what I was on, you wouldn't screw and keep your eyes on
You'd ride on
See it's my bandwagon, so climb on
Or triple dragon might blind some
Try and gun, I put knife in fire bum, higher gum
Dad or mum
Niece, nephews, daughters, sons, whoever comes
It's Trim, yeah (Whenever they come), the only one, yeah
It's funny you should say that
No dough, but I like to pay back, couple O's
I do night and day jacks
I throw blows, and make your face play catch
Or we can play [?]
Couple stabs are it (Stabs)
Or you can play bad, and have a couple lads for it
Couple takes, it's hmm, that quick
It's Trim, don't act thick
Sign on, shot bits, don't do tick
Peddle through the bits, bunning one or two spliffs
My knife's one or two, it's named jiff
And I don't care if she's your bitch
God gave me eyes to look, so blud.... I'm looking, yeah (Yeah)
Trim, never wanna trim, never gonna trim, never on a trim
When I've always got a gym
Or Taliban, flow deep, I will damage man
Make peeps on the galavan
Taliban but call me Trim
I say Taliban 'cause I'm a skinny thing
And I'm Trim
Not scared of no one, will swing, no I'm not scared to throw [?]
It's thugged out Trim on a thugged out thing
If you're not thugged out, your thing, this ain't
You, you don't wanna swing with this ape
I'll be linging at your gates like someone [?]
Grin in your face, then, leave your chin in your waist
Fuck about, I'll be on your case, I don't mind a case
I'm a MC you don't wanna try and face
I don't lie, it's late
I get high and spray
Girls try and date
Asking if Will's my mate
But, some try and hate
Their time is great
But their rhyme is late
Blud, I'm losing mates just moving weight
Blud, it's great, it's trust (Yeah)
And if anyone's gonna get bun, they will
If I don't stop gunning, these garms, they will
If they try to apply before guns, I will
Star gun your mums on my own free will
Run up in your drums, guns I will
Make you bleed up, read up on mums will
Need to keep up but, never will
Watching forever will, so's Will (So's Will)
Yo
All know people, so any prick can be lethal
You got guns, I believe you
But one day I will see you
White, black, Muslim or Hebrew
If you wanna fight, it's cushty with me too
Yeah my bullets idle
They wanna be you, when me drive by, they wanna see you
So let the bullshit continue and I'll be in you
See you on the sidle, can see if he try talk
We go on the same wave (Wave, wave, wave)
You'll get burnt like Guy Fawkes
Face with side hoods
Make your blue sky grey
Bring your neck to my hoods
And take those by goods, revenge is okay
Come back with your whole hood, it will do you no good
Blud, be on your way
See you on the outside, and see if you're that hype, or talk the same language
You'll get air like kite, punch it like bike
Hold a couple other sandwiches
It's Trim, that's right, I'm here, you wanna fight?
You be leaving with bandages
I'm here to ride mic, not one bar shy
And I do not sound like...yeah

[Outro]
Creeper Volume 2
Trim
Hah
It's fucked out here, trust me