4am in Compton {DISCONTINUED}

Cant Trust Thots. ☯

Take her phone and her ID

C-C-Can't post me on IG

Know them thots they be creeping

Tryna catch a selfie while I'm sleeping

Go to far you need a pa*sport

See them shots coming got a gla*s quart

Thots try to camcorder

That's a long shot I'm sure from headquarters

Can't trust thots

Soon as them bottles start coming out [thots]

Then she come running to my car [thots]

She'll leave your a*s never trust a big butt and a smile- Can't Trust Thots x Wash ft French Montana.

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C H A P T E R 7- Brooks

As I pulled up ta' Aza's crib, a car pulled out da' driveway, it looked a lot like Cash's car, but maybe it wa' somebody else's. But den' I began ta' think, nobody in da' hood has a Mercedes Benz, unless they stole dat' shit or deals. Either way, shits fishy.

Aza dont hang wit' too many female cuz' she thinks they sneaky. But, ion know.

I put da' car in park and took da' lilies from da' passenger seat. I hope ion go in dat' bitch lookin' a damn fool, but I'm strapped, so it's all good. Go bang bang on a nigga, if he wanna try me.

"Bae?" I said walkin' in da' house. Few moments lata', She came out da' bedroom wit' a shocked expression and somethin' else I couldn't read.

"Brooks.... What are you doing here?" She tried ta' mask dat' forma' expression wit' a mean one.

I dropped the flowers and pushed past ha' down da' hallway ta' da' bedroom.

"You have no right to walk up in here like you owe something!" Aza panicky walked behind me.

"I own dis' damn house. Fuck you mean.." I mumbled.

"You got another nigga or...?" I ignored ha' statement. Once I entered da' bedroom, I wa' hit wit' a overly used amount of febreeze. I looked around da' room ta' notice somethin'.

My eyes hit da' bed and I scrowled. Changed sheets.

Bingo. I thought.

"Why you change da' sheets? Hm?" I asked causally, walkin' furtha' inta' da' room.

"Just decided to change things up." She played it cool. Oh, but what dis hoe didn't kno' wa' dat' I wa' about ta' catch ha' ass in a lie.

"Uh huh, alright. C'mere baby, lemme show you how much you mean ta' me." I wasn't really 'bout ta' fuck dis' bitch afta' she cheated on me.

"Oh no, I'm still sore- sore from running before I changed the sheets." She stuttered.

"Since when you start running?" I raised ma' eyebrow.

"Since you decided to eat bitches out." She rolled ha' eyes.

I looked at ha', like she was crazy. I ain't EVA' eat a female out, cuz' right befa' me wa' sum' ugly nigga's dick inside of them. Fuck around and I'm gon' hav' bumps on my tongue.

"Who told you dis'?" I asked, Curious as ta' which bitch wanted ta' lie and lose their life.

"Who else? That bitch, Bangladesh, whateva'." She spat.