Drill Rapper Imagines 🤭

"Setty Blu?"-Setty&Cblu

A/n: Sooo like Ik I've been selling latley BUT I finnaly did that dead ending upon request and I jus figured to post it here cause like why would I post it in my new book 💀. Anyways imma Sthu and check out my new book bc imma be updating today 🫣

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Setty POV:

"She didn't make it, I'm so sorry. We tried to..."

The doctor goes on but I couldn't even hear shit, my cousin was fake gone.

Shit didn't even feel real- I was jus hopin it was some typa fucked up dream or even a prank but ts was reality. Loosin ppl never gets easier, but this shit definitely hit a lil harder. I wasn't expectin to loose he so soon, especially since she wasn't even involved in this street shit. Even tho she was a cousin shit felt like a sister- like a part of my heart jus died. She was one of the only ppl I'd feel comfortable enough to open up with and be able to pour out my feelings to but all that shit was gone.

Shit only made me even more heated cause I knew she was fake a good person. No matter how much the world fucked her over she still found a way to find love for everyone- even the niggas who hurt her. Shit was jus mad unfair and I could feel anger start to take over.

Ik shit seems childish but I had to leave cause if I was in that hospital any longer I'd loose my mind- couldn't stand to be in the same space as her dead body.

"FUCK!" I yell from the car, beatin on the wheel just out of anger.

I find myself cryin out of anger and sadness, I couldn't even control my emotions at the moment. All I wanted was to see y/n nd jus hug her- seeing her alr nd recovering but ts was ever gonna happen. My heart was fake ripped away from me nd there wasn't shit I could do bout it.

A few seconds later I hear knocking at my window nd it was Cblu.

"C'mon roll down the window ik you hear me." He sorta begs, I could tell the nigga was hurt asl too so I couldn't jus let him stand there.

"What nigga?" I say wipin away my tears nd sniffing.

"I wanted to check on you... yk? See if you good nd shit..."

"Well Ian fuckin good." I say unable to even look at him.

"Shit, look I'm fuckin sorry man. Ian think shit was bout to end like this- I did everything I could nd-"

"It ain't yo fault, stop talkin like you're the one who shot ha nd get in." I say, not even wantin to hear it.

Nigga looked mad confused for some reason.

"Stop looking at me like I'm fuckin stupid nigga, we spinnin." I say already ready to get back.

I know ts isn't sum y/n woulda wanted but ts fake don't even matter. They deadass took an innocent life away for no other reason than gettin us mad asl or jus cause they had ass aim.

He knew he wouldn't be able to get outta ts or fake wanted to get back too so he hopped in nd I was out.

We drive by the deli to see ts was already taped up so I knew niggas had to be back on they block. Only issue is Ian know who th it was.

"You see the car?" I ask while makin a turn.

"Yea, it was an all black Honda but they ditched the plates. Shit looked stolen but they had some sticker on it. Didn't get a good look but shit said "sweet chef"

Nd that's all I needed. I pulled over to look ts up nd it was in fuckin Harlem...

"Nigga, ts dead in Harlem..." I say already havin a feelin who it was.

"Nah-"

"Ts fuckin crazy, Ian even think they was on that." I say while pullin off ready to bury somebody's block.

We were drivin round Douglas tryna catch a sweeper cause we knew fs it was them, specially' when Blu was talkin bout some dreads.

Niggas were actually outside which was surpsing cause most niggas don't even be outside w/their scary asses. We found somewhere to park the V nd got up close cause ts was definitely personal.

Niggas weren't stupid tho nd noticed us but we were faster w/it nd shots started flyin.

Ion know which one of 'em we hit but we got one of 'em in the stomach a cool 3x and knocked off a few of their friends. They had to retreat cause too many of their niggas was fallin nd yk the whole time I was happy asfk laughin nd shi.

Shi was gettin hot tho so we had to go. I managed to hotwire a diffrent v and got th outta there. We already left our phones at the hospital so ts couldn't be traced and had Mali doin shi so we'd have some typa alibi.

I was thinking we were good tho but I wasn't tryna risk shi. We decided to lay low nd go to one of the apartments we rented out whenever we needed to lay low bc of a drill or anything. We had Mali come over w/our phones cause we were fake tryna see if anyone knew what was goin on or not.

He was there kinda fast ngl. The news was already everywhere tho. Saw that a few of their niggas were dead on the scene and they had a section for "Nazzy" who was part of the sweepers sayin he had lost his life in the shooting along w/3 other suspected members. They even got the car wrong, which was good for us. There's no way they didn't suspect us tho cause they had jus taken one of ours a few hours ago, but they proably didn't even know since it didn't make the news.

"Damn, 4 down is tragic." Mali says fake invested in the story.

"Yk we had to get back for y/n, niggas thinkin shi sweet." I respond, but shi still hurt.

Ofc it wasn't as bad bc we got back nd brought some typa Justice but at the end of the day shi was jus mad unfair. She fake ain't deserve any of that shi nd now we had to deal w/the funeral shi again which I'm so fuckin tired of. It never gets easy loosin someone nd ts was definitely gonna be worse cause y/n was the one I'd go to whenever I'd be feelin like this but I'd never get to do shi w/ha again. Jus the reality of that sinkin in did a lot, but ik she'd want me to be strong not only for her: but for everyone.