Bulldog Crips 4lyf💙💙💙⚡ Pop Smoke X 11(Me)

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WARNING (CONTENT YOU MIGHT FIND IN THE STORY) : Explicit 18+ content , nudity,  violence  .... and possibly a sad ending.

"Oof damn ... That was a long flight from California. I can finally stretch." 

Ayooo sorry , I didn't introduce myself. My name's Eleven , but my homies call me Young Elé. Imma straight up gangsta  you know. Crip for life. I grew up in New York with my momma , lil sibs and my closest homie Bashar. We go back a loooong way... Like real long. I had to move to Cali for 3 years to study Criminology , you know detective shit.

After I heard moms was dead I had to drop out and come back. Things have damn changed round here according to what I was told, but I'm yet to see how bad shit is

so right now I'm waiting for my taxi....

"AYOOO , TAXI !!" I yelled.... I was thrilled to see it was Lance. My favourite taxi driver. Me and him have the best conversations.

"Lil Elé , wassup girl!" He said cheerfully. "Welcome back to the East coast!!" He was real fun for a man his age. He was around his late 60s. "Thanks man , I miss it here." I said smirking. His smile faded and looked sad. "Ayy , I'm sorry about your moms" he said has he lookedat me  in his rear view mirror. (If that's what it's called) 

"It's okay" I said in a chill tone. He could see my pain though, so he decided to change the topic. "So I'm sure your homies are gonna be excited to see you"

"Yeah I'm sure they are" I said with a weak smile. "But I ain't finna  get dem into no trouble, ya know...Thrash." he nodded his head in agreement. "You talk to Jamal yet??" He asked "Naww not yet " I said......

" What the fuuuck!!!" I looked out the window to see my favourite bakery Mr Blue. Shar and I  loved going there when we were kids , teenagers and even as young adults 3 years before I left. It was being run over by some Bloods. The most fucked up Bloods , The Floo Y Bloods . . . FUCK!  "Man stop the car and let me pop those fools!" I said wanting to pull out my pistols.

"Calm down now tiger" he said calmly. "Now you don't wanna get killed already, do ya ?" I placed both my pistols back in my pants.  "Nah , I guess not" We countined driving, until we got to Dratons,dat was my hood.

"Look.." he said to me quietly. "If you wanna know why things fucked up like dis just call me. " I looked at him. "Aight, thank you , once again man,  For everything." As I got out and took my bags, I was just about to close the door when I heard a deep voice shouting. "Elé !!!! " I turned my eyes shot open and my mouth too was wideeee... It was Shar.

I don't know what got over me , but I ran up and hugged him.  He held me tight , so tight I couldn't breathe... But I didn't say nothin. He pulled away from me and smiled. "Yo Elé , wassup girl? I missed yaa shawty.."  I smiled and said "Nothing much Shar.. same bullshit different fucking day" he looked at me a bit surprised and smiled.

I think it's because I called him Shar insteada Guwap... "How's it  on the West side?"..... he helped me carry my bags to the house (despite not being my boyfriend, we did like living together, his momma always thought of us being more Dan friends. She loves me)

"Well , it's shit! In da good way, ya know... I found you some nasty ass bitches" He giggled at my statement and just smiled at me. When we got to the actual neighborhood I was shocked. My mouth dropped open. All of the houses that were once small looked like da ones in LA ..