Trim Freestyle

Lyrics

[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