A girl from harlem met a young drill rapper named Sugarhill Ddot then Sugarhill Ddot met Dd. Read on of what goes on next.
⚠️Warning: this story contains; cussing,smoking, maybe contain some smutt? Idk haven decided yet⚠️
⚠️Reminder:It's my first st...
《Alana's pov》 I walked in with my black gel blaster then instantly regretted it. Ddot pinned me to a wall and said "So you went on a drill?" I blushed and avoided eye contact, "No all I did was go do a video with that Buba nigga and he called me ygz so I started shooting and I got the other OY gang members with me chasing this nigga down." I said explaining as Ddot backed up. "Damn sorry my heart." "Its alright ig. Where are the other crackheads." "Naomi went to ha own crib. Dd and Notti are at the deli. Aight, well Ima go my heart." I said dabbing him up. "Bye gangy." I waved him off. I sat on the bed and took out my phone.
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I grabbed my tote bag, tighten it around my waist and placed bandages, gauges, and a my phone. Then I ran off to the deli.
《At the deli》 "DD OSAMA WHERE'S YOUR BITCH ASS SELF!" I said running down the crosswalk of the deli. People moved out of my way as i ran down to the deli. "DD OSAMA YOU BITCH ASS NIGGA WHERE ARE YOU!" I said approaching the deli.
《Dd's pov》 I heard faint screaming but since New York is busy and loud I didn't pay much attention to it. "Yo bro, I swear Alana is wyin." I said grabbing a fanta. "Why you say that?" Notti replied. "I told her to shut the fuck up and told her to come to the deli so I wonder if she going to or not." I said when the Deli's door flung open to Alana. "What's up nigga, didn't expect me did ya?" "Whatever, I gotta go record a song with Notti bye." I waved off walking with Notti to the recording studio.
《Alana' s pov》 I stood there dumb looking then getting notified on my phone, the contact read as,My ghettoest mother. (To lazy to use the app I usually do so-) "Get yo ass home, I gotta you sum." The message read. What did she want? I left the deli and walked my ass home.
