so uhh.... I made a rap bois... let me know if it's trash or not.
(Lyrics:)
(Bridge:)
Boy that's on my mama
run up on you then i slaughter,
Pull up to your funeral
and smooth-talk your daughter,
VVS's on my wrist
they drippin' wet like water,
Got my army with me
I'm not talking terracotta.
(Verse)
Lambo in the front yard
that boy roar
like a jet
Neighbors are some fakers
actin' like they upset,
Im the director and this is my stage
get off my set
This that boy Young Swirrrrly
and you best not forget...
Mista