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"run that shit back!" i exclaimed through the mic, inhaling a big cloud of smoke. hearing the instrumental, i exhale the smoke, bopping my head
"fuck." i cuss, holding out my finger and the instrumental stops. i ash the blunt, placing the headphones on the mic and walking out the booth
"wassup, pac." kastro asks, staring at me as i sit on the couch. kadafi and the rest of outlawz stare at me as well as i rub my temples, inhaling some smoke
"tell me... the girl at your cookout..." i start, exhaling the smoke
"serenity?" kadafi asks as i scrunch my face. "not your bitch, nigga." i spat as they laughed. "the lil thick shawty, the one who was boo'd up with ol' boy." i lowly say as i snapping my fingers together
"lloyd." i add, passing the blunt over to easy mo. "oh... rene'e." my ears perk up at the sound of her name. rene'e? mmh.
"what about her?" kastro crosses his arms, looking at me with a smirk plastered on his face. i shake my head, letting out a low chuckle, "nah, she tight." i say, leaning back on my seat as i placed my hands behind my head
kadafi and kastro share glances before looking at me. "what?" i laugh. kastro takes a seat on one of the chairs with his eyebrows raised, he opens his mouth to say something but kadafi beats him to it
"what you want with her?" kadafi asks as a small smirks forms on my face but i swiftly replace it with a nonchalant expression
"none, i'm just saying she's cool." i mutter, staring at them. nate looks me at with a side eye, shaking his head
"you barely spoke to her." stretch laughs as i roll my eyes. these bustas. i click my tongue, furrowing my eyebrows
"y'all buggin." i shake my head. i watch as easy mo sparks the blunt again, passing it over to kadafi who shook his head and passed it over to warren
"nah, my girl said to not smoke for a week." he crossed his arms, leaning against the pool table. i raise my eyebrows in confusion
"since when you let a bitch tell you what to do?" i ask as he clicks his tongue. "mcht, since she got my dick on lockdown. that girl crazy." he says, the studio erupting in laughter
kadafi still had a serious scowl on his face, rolling his eyes. "man, i'm serious. she talm bout my shit don't hit the same, it's prolly the weed." he explained causing me to hold my stomach as i laughed
he shook his head, "i'm like bitch you don't excite no more." he chuckles
"cause these hoes ain't forever, we get money and fuck bitches." kadafi and nate sang as they dapped each other up
"get money and fuck bitches!" we all sang, before bursting out in laughter
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a few hours into the studio session, we're all sprawled around the studio, listening to some instrumentals and jotting down some lyrics
i let out an annoyed sigh, closing my notepad. "yo, fi, gimme lil shawty's number." i say as they all turn to look at me
"fuck, a nigga can't have shit, i just wanna be her friend." i add as kadafi laughs. shit. too soon? or too desperate?
"i see... but ion got it." he says as i nod. i grab my phone out my pocket, tossing my phone over at him.
"you got 5 seconds to put lil shawty's number on my phone." i say as he huffed, pressing on the buttons
a small smirk forms on my face as i sit up, watching him. "be gentle with her." he says, tossing my phone back at me as i roll my eyes
"i'm not gonna bite her." i chuckle, putting my phone back in my back pocket. i might. he nods, his eyes still lingering on me before he grabs kastro's lighter and lighting his cigarette
"nigga didn't you jus-" nate starts as kadafi raises his hand in the air, shaking his head. "she said weed not ciggies." he cuts nate off, inhaling the smoke
E M A N I ' S B L O G ☆ you lil nasty's ☹️ y'all thought i was gonna write a sex scene after i said my word count was 969 in the previous chapter. i hope you're not mad at me tho pookie 😍
