control ya' self.

thirty.

keanu🐺

'bruh i put that on momma she pregnant.' i said to my cousin giovanni

'hell na bruh, you the dad?' giovanni says

i nod & he scoffs 'bro you know skye a known hoe! you ain the damn daddy of that baby!' giovanni said shaking his head while sealing his blunt

'aye vee if you gon disrespect my girl, you can dip out. i don't play that shit. thas my kid.' i said mugging him then swatting him out like he was a fly.

he nods slowly & gets up walking toward the door then before he walks out he says 'jus check the timeline bro. i jus don't want you to get hurt in the end' then shuts the door behind him.

i shake my head & proceed to roll my blunt — thinking to myself, it might not be my kid but regardless til he or she get here ima provide til we can get a dna test.

i start scrolling on my phone looking for a outfit for the gender reveal, ian fin be them burberry ass niggas — gotta find some fly shit. i scroll on my phone for roughly thirty minutes & finally find an outfit.