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?