𝐈𝐟 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐬 𝐖𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 | 𝐊𝐕

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐢𝐱𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧

"Niggas chasing clout and claiming bodies they ain't do fa real, and my bitch got ass shots but I promise dat dis strap is real."

"I ain't gon lie dat lil shit major, my hoes carry tasers when it come to dis lil paper, my shit come in pages." Durk took over, rapping his verse as they looked out into the crowd of thousands.

Von smirked crouching down and getting close to the females who were crowding the front of the stage, trying to get to him and feeling on him.

"Back the fuck up hoe." He frowned deeply as one of them reached for his o block chain. She smacked her lips still smiling like a crackhead. He stood back up as they finished rapping the song, looking out at the crowd of his fans with a big grin.

After the show ended they went backstage, getting ready to go.

"I'm tired den a bitch, almost slapped the fuck out dat hoe for dat shit." Von smacked his lips adjusting his chain. Durk laughed as the mic crew unhooked their mic packs and all that.

"What you gettin into later?" He asked and Von shrugged pulling his phone from his pocket, checking the time and his notifications of people posting and tagging him in hundreds of stories and posts from mere seconds ago.

"Might just chill out, gotta headache." He mumbled looking through the posts, liking some of them from his fans.

"Hey baby!.......Durk Derrick FUCKING Banks. I TOLD YOU! I TOLD YOU IF HE WAS HERE IM NOT COMING!"

"INDIA YOU KNEW HE WAS GON BE PERFORMING WIT ME!"

"I DID NOT!?" She uttered, glaring at Dayvon. He avoided her eyes and walked off, too ashamed to look at anyone that reminded him of her.

India and Durk's arguing voices faded away into the distance as he went into a dressing room sitting on the couch drowning in silence. He sighed hard, leaning back in his seat as he scrolled through his phone waiting for his car to arrive.