Drill Rapper Imagines 🤭

"Concurrence"-Jay Gelato (2)

"I must be loosin my mind

Yk you belong to me"

"Dreams, fairytales, fantasy"-A$AP Ferg

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💌This was a request

🌝Days laterrrr

Y/n POV:

I jus got off my shift frm the clothing store I was workin at. I really wasn't tryna work there anymore, I've been workin on getting a good enough clientele to work from home. The pay was good though, so it wasn't that bad. Mad niggas were jus annoying asl there, I will admit it was a pretty expensive place so they were probably mad at the prices. Shit, idk how you not having a bag is my fault but alr, if you wanna be mad be mad.

I put in an AirPod nd started my walk home. I really needed to work on getting my car too, walkin home this late isn't it at all, especially cause the crime rate keeps on going up. Ian tryna get caught in cross fire.

I was gettin cold asf, I guess I needed to have more layers than the puffer I initially put on: rookie mistake. Just to make shit worse, some guy comes running outta nowhere and bumping into me, muggin me as he runs off. A few more people come down the strip runnin nd yk what they say abt black ppl and runnin.

I followed the general direction which I wasn't regretting cause some shots popped off.

'Ofc I fucking jinxed myself'

I look for an alleyway to duck in nd find pretty good one. I look behind me nd see niggas w/skis on nd they're chasing after me.

I try to outrun them but these niggas were fast asf, deadass racing w/Usain. They end up trippin me which was mad embarrassing for me, tbh I felt more embarrassed than scared.

I try to get up but it's no use, I'm pushed back onto the cold concrete near an alleyway, catching myself with my elbows. Just as I land, I'm met with a barrel only a few inches from my face.

I couldn't react at all, I've never been in a situation like this. Mainly cause I've kept myself outta the streets nd stuck to the books.

A few more guys came around him as he he'd me at gun-point.

"Ahhh you fuckin caught her!" One of them says excited walking over to me as his lil goon lowers the gun, but he sounds familiar?

I watch him as he approaches me, trying to see where I knew him from cause ts was trippin me out. As he was infront of me, we made eye contact. At first all I saw was bloodlust, but I saw a change: it's like he recognized me too.

"Jay?"

"Yo how tf she know your name nigga?!" One of them questions getting on hots.

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"Y/n?" He questions back, making me sigh.

"Fuck are you doin here?" He mugs me while reaching out to help me up, putting an arm to his side to signify I was good.

"I was jus walkin home" I explain while dusting myself off.

"You ain't gon answer the question nigga?" His friend questions, soundin more sassy than anything.

"That's y/n, the one I met at the club" He explains while reaching for sum, pulling out a ski nd he hands it over to me.

"You need to put this on."

"The fuck- you jus keep these round?"

"Yea." He says nonchalantly, shrugging his shoulders.

"Nah she can't come nigga, no witnesses" another guy says gettin upset, ready to draw.