Glock stepped out of his Lamborghini urus, he closed the door before walking to aly side and opened the door, grasped her hand, helping her out of the car he closed the door he held her hand as they made they way to million dollars company.
The reporters and fans looked at them and started to crowd them glock bodyguards stopped them to touching glock and Alyssa.
"King von is locked and possibly can't get a bond, would yhu pay it?"
"Lemme suck yo dick." He heard a girl say.
He scrunched his up, shaking his head.
"Glock! What's your personal thoughts on king von and lil durk and nba goons?!" One reporter yelled.
"no hablo ingles." He replied blankly.
Alyssa giggled, shaking her head.
"Your best artist's maybe will started beefing, the king von from Chicago Illinois and youngboy from Baton Rouge. Which side are yhu picking mr glock?!" He heard, making him frowned, they walked inside.
Aly let out a sigh. "How yhu deal wit dat."
"Ion say nun." he said, simply. Walking towards holding her hand his assistant; carti.
"Wassam glock."
"Wassup carti." He said, sitting on the couch.
"Yhu have a meeting with a music group then they are having a interview with qaundo talking bout a durk situation and as I think yhu kno', king von is in jail and has a viral video which is on shaderoom, youngboy has a number song with dababy."
Vante sighed. "I want a free spot when von has his court date uh the durk and shit, von gon be on sun fuck up shii since he lose his cousin and let's try to keep it away from yb but let's try to get him wit sum mo features." He said, taking his jacket off.
"If yb find out shii gon go left frl but knowin both of em shit bodies might drop fuckin wit dem." He mumbled, taking a blunt from his ear, sparking a blunt.
He took a long drag. He hope von was holding up.
$$.
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