𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐀, 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘪 𝘰𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘢

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞

𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐀, a 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘪 𝘰𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘤!

"YOU ACTIN' LIKE i wasn't controlling you." Notti spoke from her phone with a smirk causing Riyah to roll her eyes. "nigga you did nothing." she replied defensively, the two we're currently live for what seemed like the hundredth time.

"you talk so much shit bro." he laughed, Riyah tried hiding her smile to prevent even more rumors to be spread about the two. she had already been on shaky terms with CG so she didn't want anymore drama to happen. "when can i see you again ma?" he asked flirtatiously.

"what nigga?" she asked confused, his word choice of "again" already had people speculating in the comments.

"never, next time i see you im gon' slap the shit outta you." she spoke seriously, Notti furrowed his eyebrows at her. she tried keep her answer short and simple, she wasn't trying to entertain his antics.

user92828: again??

nottisbabymutha: too much tension bro😖

random20211: these kids still beefing?

kayflocksbae: they would look mad gd together

"you not doin' shit Riyah." he spoke calmly shaking his head, he was used to her saying these things now so it didn't surprise him. "aight." she simply replied, it was probably the first time she didn't feel like arguing with him.

Riyah ended the live realising the time, she got up from the chair she was sitting on as she rushed downstairs to leave the house. when leaving the house, she was met with an impatient Sania.

"bitch finally, i've been texting you and you was on live wit that nigga Notti?" she said his name with a hint of disgust, Riyah laughed at her attitude since she didn't even realise her friend had been contacted her. "my bad, my phone on do not disturb."