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Gigi Tanae Ellison
The Hoodlums 🤞🏾🐢
So we popping out at the kickback.
Hy!
Duh!
💯💯💯
Hy!
Hy, we is.
Hy, who got whip??
Gigi!
Gigi!
Gigiiii😜😜😜
Gg
Bruh, y'all stfu, I'm not driving all y'all. That's on God Harlem, you take us.
Bruu, Aight, be ready then 'cause I'm on y'all side.
He picked us up, and we all drove to the party, pulling up at 12:56 AM.
As we got out the car and headed inside, all I saw was straight smoke, ass shaking everywhere, and THERE WAS NO SECURITY!
I don't even do stuff like this, but I been stuck in the house all summer and since school started, so I just wanted to have a lil' fun.
"Aye Gigi, you getting turnt?" Brian asked me as we sat down.
"Lowkey, I'm probably gon' cause I'm bored sitting in this corner chair," I said, scanning the crowd.
"Shit, do you, Gigi. Just have fun tho, don't green out," he said as I got up and made my way into the crowd.
I found Kiara and Mya as Mya handed me a shot. I downed that, and next thing you know, I was twerking like I was on fire. I was turnt as hell, taking shot after shot and smoking mad weed.
I ain't normally like this—I don't even smoke or drink—but like I said, I've been bored this whole year frfr.
Just as I was catching my breath after twerking like a drunk ass b*tch, Kiara pulled me over for another shot, but I was like, "Hell nah, I'm already drunk as hell!" So I started walking out.
"Yo, you good, shawty?" I heard someone say, thinking I was tripping.
"Huh, who dat?" I slurred, barely able to stand up.
"Yeah, shawty, you out there," that person replied laughing
I turned around and saw it was YM. I was so drunk I couldn't remember nothing. "Oh, it's you, YM," I said.
"Hy," he mumbled, laughing.
"What you want?" I asked, trying to figure out how to leave this house.
"Why you get this drunk, and where your friends at?" he asked.
"Boy, stop worrying about me; you don't even know me," I shot back.
"But you know me," he said, leaning back like he was all that.
"I don't know who the hell you is," I said as I stumbled into the door, thinking I was opening it.
"Shawty, what the hell you on?" he said, helping me up.
We got up, and he started helping me out the house. We walked to his car.
"Why the hell you got me by your car? You tryna kidnap me or something?" I yelled.
"Shut that shit up! You loud as hell! I'm just trying to help your goofy ass," he replied, handing me a water bottle.
"Thank you, I guess," I said, rolling my eyes.
"You tryna dip? It ain't talm bout nothing for real," he said, leaning against the car.
"And go where? I can't go to my house this drunk; my parents will kill me!" I yelled.
"Shit, we can go to my house," he offered.
"Boy, I don't even know you!" I yelled back.
"Bro, you with all this yelling; that needs to stop on God, and shawty, I ain't trying to kidnap your lil' ass," he said, looking annoyed.
"Fine, I'll get in, but only if you get me some food." I sighed while getting in the car.
"I got you, shawty," he said, smirking.
I don't know what it was, but that lil' smirk turned me the hell on.
