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...