O F F T H E R A D A R

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i told my momma im way too deep off in these streets (gang gang gang)
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not even gonna lie to you...if i was dthangs opp and heard his voice. i would not take him seriouse. he a whole ass dyke/stud

today was an important day for your bestfriend  dthang. he was going to do an On The Radar freestyle. (his otr freestyle was one of my favorite)

"ok so like what if it doesnt sound good. im not doing it." daniel said pacing around the room. you just rolled your eyes. "sit down. you gon give me whiplash damn. its gonna sound like the rest of your music...ass." you said lauging at the end. he just looked at you. "that shit wasnt funny big back ass bitch." he said shoving you lightly. "watch ya mouth and keep ya hands to yaself cus i can really embarass you." you said popping your neck. "man you aint ot shit on me." daniel said. "ok so we just gonna forget about that one time you got dru-" "ok we get it you dont gotta do that.".

"cmon you about to be late. call me when you done ima be the first one to watch it." you said walking him to the door. "nooooo you gotta come with me. lee cant come. ima be there by myself. i cant take my gun with me so ima need you to fight off these niggas." daniel said staning infront of the door. he had been aking you all day. so you decided to go cus why not. you went to go gut on clothes  cus you wasnt lookin too pretty.

you came downstairs looking in the camera of your phone. taking picturs. "d pose quick.. and dont throw up no damn gang signs." you said taking pictures of him. the first thing he did after you said that was throw gang signs n shit. "ima fight you d. stop." you said before clicking record to record vids of him. "my best bout to be famoussseee" you said recording the both of you. "fuck is you talm bout im already famous." he said throwing gang signs again. "boy come on we bout to be late." you said stopping the video and walking t o ds car.

the drive felt long asf cus d didnt want to play no damn music. "bro just play some music." you said irritated. "no cus them ima forget my song." he said swirving. 'this nigga cant drive fa shitt. ima be dead before we get there.' you thought to yourself. when yall finally got there you clapped cus you really thought you was about to die in that damn car. he just looked at you and smacked the fuck out ya head. before you could even hit him back he ran out of the car and ran from you. eventually you found him hiding from you in the room. "boy hurry up and do ya damn interveiw." you said sitting down.  while he was walking to the mic you threw  bunch af pennies at him. the shit hit him right in the head making you laugh.

"oh shit i- oh shit - im sorry d. that shit was too fucking funny." you said in between laughs. "fuck you." he said before putting the headphones on.
he was doing his thing. shit sounded good but he so damn high pitched. when he got done you was waiting for him to come it with you for a second. "you sounded aight i guess" you said scrolling on your phone. "you dont ever want to compliment me. damn. i chose a bad girlfriend." d said haking his head. "first off all dont nobodyw ant ya bigback ass. and im not ya girl. two, you aint choose shit cus nobody want you." you siad smacking him upside the head. "you know you just said the same thing in two different level of intelect right." d said rubbing the back of head.

"you dont even know what intelect mean fuck ass. you used it wrong." you said rolling your eyes. "unt unt lee told me thats how you use it. and he was the best poet in his class in 4th grade." d said. you just ideyed him and didnt answer.

it was time for the interveiw and you were about to get up and leave. "nooo you gotta stay cus- umm... gimme a second i gotta think of something.. ok got it. you gotta stay cus i said so." d said standing up. "bro fine but you better aner this shit quick.

INTERVEIWER: ok so tell us your name.
DTHANG: its that nigga dthang.
INTERVEIWER: and who is this you brought with you.
DTHANG: oh this my future girlfriend/ wife. she just dont know that yet. her name is y/n
INTERVEIWER: oh ok. so when did yall meet.
DTHANG: oh we met in kindergarden. we were friend since then.
INTERVEIWER: om thats cool. tas cool.

the interveiwer asked mor business related questions before switching back to dthang and me.

INTERVEIW: so whats your favorite memory of eachother.
DTHANG: umm... its alot. oh the time she almost killed me a couple weeks back.
INTERVEIWER: what you mean.
DTHANG: he found out i was sneaking and smoking her weed so she beat my ass. ngl before she det me, she looked mad sexy angy n shi.
Y/N: d say sme else watch me cut all ya hair off nd beat ya ss fa that.
DTHANG: see? she about to kill me now.

everything went smooth and the interveiw was over. and to celabrate mister d thang sir decided to make sundaes. yall was lauging and eating yall ice cream.

"wanna watch a movie?" you said smiling cus why not. "no but i wanna have celebration sex." d said smiling back. "no" you said walking away.
"cmonn its only like a couple rounds." he said following you. "couple as in plural. hell no." you said walking to your room to get weed. "ugh you a party pooper." d said walking back to the living room.













































i got lazy cus its like late at night.

























stay super freaky
have great vagina
i luh yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

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