Trim Freestyle - Trim, Target

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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

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

Creeper Volume 2

Trim

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It’s fucked out here, trust me