𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚗 ᵃ ᵖᵗ ᵗʷᵒ

•𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕒𝕓•

•𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕒𝕓•

now i had been looking for snacks and best believe when your living with a nigga who don't stop smoking for shit there ain't finna be no munchies.

"im hungry bro." i yell from the kitchen honestly starving, i finished all my blunts with no snack break in between.

"we headin to the stu right now cmon." ddot popped his head into the kitchen,i ain't say i wanna go to the fucking studio, i said im hungry. i walked out the door with them, a car outside waiting. as we got in dd put me on his lap, sliding his hands in my pants for no reason. i hope there finna be some food there because im dead dying of hunger.

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ayeee they did have food and best believe i fucked that shit up all da wayyy.

"ya ready?" the producer asked eyeing us down, ddot and dd smirking at me.

"what?" i looked at them confused.

"you hoppin' on da track first ma." dd smiled pulling me off the couch bringing me into the booth, all three of us putting on the headsets, i was nervous but ive been memorizing some lyrics. the beat started and they both stared at me as i stepped up to the mic shutting my eyes.

"grah." i whispered into the mic as i began to hype myself up.
"grah grah boom!" i got a little louder.
"O." i began to feel the excitement.
"to the motherfucking y." and now i knew it was my time to spit all i had in me, i wanted this shit out. im trynna chase my bag and go up, and not alone but with all these niggas.
"free move this shit don't stop, moving hot one to your dread, another click at ya friend, babygzz and we pull up ina benz, how the fuck i take ya nigga and ya friends? moving weird so i put chu to bed, big gangsta im movin alone, catch an attitude, watching your tone. ratting me out with half ya niggas, half of ya niggas get pulled wih the trigga. talking mad shit get hit in ya liva, gangsters move in silence, yea im that nigga." i yelled into the mic, my eyes closed and focused, once i opened them the gang was cheering me on from outside the booth, i ran to the side dd now hopping on the track. ddot had been hugging me mad tight telling me he was proud of me. dd grabbed the mic before spittin' his shit.

"shorty big tweakin on the blick, shorty ass fat she be shakin that shit, big o she touchin ha toes, big gangsta i made it alone, rihanna gon boom if i call shots, ddot at it too he be making it hot. calling my ooters they hittin the spot, how the fuck niggas is dead right on they block." dd stared up at the mic intensely, me and ddot jumpin' in the background hyping him up, ddot letting go of me getting on the mic now, we were all just mad hyped, we've never ever actually mad a song together and i swear we ain't even plan this, never even talked about it.

"dd be making it crazy, ass fat you know she my lady! go crazy, blue dot good beam niggas is lazy. catch me a flocka get put right to bed, she jackin dem niggas oh nah she next. shaking that shit that shit is trend, missin lil notti this shit never end GRAH." after ddot got off me and dd ran over to the mic, we all started yelling random shit into it, the gang coming in and doing the same, dudeylo grabbing me and swinging me side to side mad hyped. jstar recording from outside the booth soon coming in and pulling us three aside.

"announce the movie ya niggas just made." jstar was laughing as dd and ddot had still been mad hyped.

"we just made a quick lil project, if you want that shit out then let us knowwwww!!" i yelled into the camera laughing as dd and ddot had been shaking me back and forth, jstar recording the rest of the guys in the studio asking if they fuck wih the new project. these hyper fun moments that felt like dreams is what i always looked forward to on the daily.

a/n: this the little spam i got for ya, if you ain't jackin it, it's igh, ion know what to be writing anymore.