20 year old rapper Pop Smoke, born and raised in Brooklyn, New York meets 20 year old Lay from Florida. A girl who is in college and a rapper, read to see how they 2 worlds collide
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Bashar Jackson
After I dropped Lay off at school I went to the stu to work on songs before I have to pick her up.
"Woo" I said walking in seeing Steven, mike , dread and rah chillin.
"Nigga went off the grid for a couple of days." Mike said dappin me up.
"Get the fuck outta here, i been chilling with Lay since yesterday." I said rolling up .
"Speaking of Lay how that's been going?" Asked Dread.
I knew they was go ask me about her sooner or later, i was just hoping it'll be later.
"It's been good, shawty laid back and chill, nun major."
" can't be too major if you staying the night with her.' Rah chimed in.
"How y'all know that?" I asked firing up my blunt.
"You know Sanai had told me cause I asked." Rah spoke up.
I should've known but ion care.
"Her busted ass ex came over there last night grabbing on her and shit causing a scene. Had her in a bad mood after."
"His name Siah or some shit like that?" Dread asked.
"Yeah he fucked shawty head up."
If I ever see that nigga again, it's up.
"Yk i had to fix her mood before she went to sleep."
"Y'all fucked?" Mike asked me.
"Nah I ate the attitude right up outta of her.
Brain so good shawty woke me up to the best head."
Remembering this morning, She know how to use her mouth.
"Nigga said the best head, she got you now my boy." Rah said laughing.
"Shut up nigga, let me get in the booth and get this shit going."
I might just hit it raw, hold on, that's not my element I like dark skins, love her melanin Huh, Christian Louboutin what I'm steppin' in Thirty bottles of Azul, tell 'em send 'em in I had the Lambo', switch to the 'Rari I'm a gangster, but I like to party Pop a Perky, go retarded I'm a Brooklyn nigga, I'm cold-hearted That's why I like the bad gyal (Woah), like RiRi (Wait) Every time she see me, she wanna eat me (Hold on)
I saw like Justin Bieber, please believe me I said, "Wow, I'm on the TV" I can't fuck with broke bitches, they be creepy She be actin' up, she always tryna leave me But she a bad gyal, and she freaky I have her hangin' off the rod like she MiMi I never hit a bitch more than once 'cause they be leeches But her pussy good, it taste like peaches But she can have it, I don't need it I'd rather have my money green like kiwi
