After many loss, deaths, and struggles. The three friends finally have the opportunity to leave their old life behind. Though, it still somehow tends to creep upon them bringing more misery and life threatening situations towards their way. (PROCESS...
Monique thought she was slick by going to the club, keep forgetting we got social media to now. Me and Pop walked in looking around the area. "You see ha ass?" he asked, stretching his long ass neck out. I shook my head looking at this slim bitch who was passing out drinks.
"There she go" he said, patting my chest heading towards the small section. She was twerking that juicy ass in front of Ty while on a table in front of some people. Pop went over and snatched her off the table like damn.
"The fuck you doing here?" he asked, gripping her arm looking her in the eyes. Hm, so to get a bitch to answer me immediately I gotta snatch ha arm and stare at ha ass like I'm finna kill her, note taken.
"Oops" Ty said, coming over towards me. "You really brought your hoe activities to her?" I aske, chuckling looking back at Pop. "You know, the stage empty and there go a little rope that strippers swing on" she pointed out, I slowly turned my head looking at her, then smiled. Tehe, this ain't cheating now is it?
𝐹𝑒𝑤 𝑀𝑖𝑛𝑢𝑡𝑒𝑠 𝐿𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑟
No I didn't get on the rope and started soaring through the air, but I did get on stage and started dancing with my pants at my knees while girl so it they bills up in it.
"Thank you ladiesssss" I said, looking at the screaming area. I felt a tug on the back of my shirt, then got yanked. "Bring yo crack head ass on!" Pop demanded. I pulled my pants up waving everybody good bye.
Felt so uncomfortable with all these bills up in my pants.
𝐹𝑒𝑤 𝑀𝑖𝑛𝑢𝑡𝑒𝑠 𝐿𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑟
We walked outside the club, only difference is me and Ty was laughing. "How much you made?" I asked, counting mine.
"Forty - fifty - hundred and seventy, how much you made?".
I counted the last few bills I had. "Hundred ad forty - aye we did that" I said, laughing dapping her up.
"On ma -
"Get y'all drunk ass up in the car, nigga yeen even drunk but you acting like it" Pop demanded, closing the car door.
Got home late due to running errands with Pimp, he was suppose to do that shit last month. Least Ian gotta hear Kayla mouth and explain my so called fake excuse on how I'm late.
