𝕶𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖗𝖊𝖑𝖑 𝕲𝖆𝔲𝔩𝖉𝖊𝖓
4:28 P.M.
His house
I sat at my crib bored as hell cause wasn't nobody doing shit
Niyah stopped texting me after I told her I rapped, ion know why and I generally don't give a fuck
She probably thought I was trolling or some shit ion know
What I do know is I'm too rich to worry over some girl ova a screen.
I rolled up my wood while looking at the TV and seeing what was on. I never really watched it I just had it there fa my boys whenever they came over. My baby mommas been tripping the hardest though and ion like that shit. It's like they piss me off on purpose knowing I won't hurt them.
The proud family was on so I just watched that for a lil bit.
While I was watching it I heard somebody coming towards the living room but I was supposed to be by myself.
I grabbed my gun aiming it at the passageway until 10 retarded ass popped in
"Boa I was finna cook yo shit." I laughed dapping him up as he sat next to me laughing.
"What you on 4?" He asked and I shrugged
"I'm tryna hit up this club later on plus you might be able to perform."
I generally don't like performing anywhere, it's just not interesting anymore
I already made millions on house arrest, so why the fuck I gotta perform now.
"What time it is?"
"It start around 8, we can go there and stay til' like 12" He said trying to convince me as I lit my blunt.
"Mane Iyanna gon be on my ass" He shrugged getting on his phone "Fuck her bobblehead ass"
We both laughed before I nodded "Bet we at that bitch" He nodded hie hand standing up and picking up his phone. "I'm bouta go meet up with 3 and nem' "
I nodded as I dapped him up one more time and chuckled as he left.
You see I been talking to Niyah lil fine ass for a minute, even though I don't know what she look like
I'mma get on her ass about that
In fact I'mma get on her ass now.
