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Jah California
"Nigga are you even listening right now?!" Rio nudged Jah making him look up from his phone with a smug look.
"Fuck wrong with you nigga?". He questioned cutting his eyes at him. He knew how he felt about being touched.
"Nigga I been talking for the last 15 minutes, what the fuck got your attention?" It wasn't what got his attention it was who which was Liyah, he had been texting her throughout the day because he missed her.
Shit was crazy and foreign to him, I'm used to bitches chasing him and blowing his line down. Lil baby had him hooked like a crack fiend.
Emin eat now! Or I'm coming to you and forcing you to eat
Rolling his eyes at her calling him by his middle name she pulled from his blunt inhaling slowly.
I'm tryna eat some alright, wya so I can feast ?
"Nigga!", kissing his teeth he locked his phone looking over at Rio.
"What nigga damn?" He grumbled stuffing his phone in his jean pocket.
"Bro I said them lil niggas short again! This the second time them niggas then came up for with the paper, I'm tired of sparing they bitch asses. You know my mufucking trigger finger itching at this point". He gritted hitting the steering wheel.
Hearing that shit got him hot, he doesn't like his money being fucked with. That shit not only takes away from him but his Nana and Liyah as well.
"Pull down on these niggas, guess I got to have a chat with these boys again". He nodded speeding off to the trap.
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"Fuck yall in this bitch parlaying fa?". Jah slammed the door watch a bunch of random mufuckas scatter around. Pulling his 9 from his waistband he cocked it back.
"Turn this fucking music off". He kicked the stereo feeling his anger get the best of him. Some bitch hurried to turn the music off.
"Fuck is my money coming up short fa? Matter fact if you'on work for me you got five seconds to get the fuck out or I'm blowing this bitch down and I promise I won't miss". My finger was placed on the trigger. Watching through his tinted glasses as people scrambled to get out.
Once the coast was clear he used the butt of his gun to hit the first little nigga in sight. Watching him fall he clutched his face, he knew not to make a sound.
"Why I'm hearing my fucking money coming up missing but yall in this bitch parlaying?"
Repeating that shit had him hot, he hate for his money to be fucked with.
