❛ swear to god we put em in the pound
and this shit won't stop like fuck what the opps
say, yeah. they shot. only love for my niggas
the ones from my block. ❜
𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒
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𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐆𝐎, 𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟒 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒
"All them hoes like thirty some years old and don't have none going on." Mariah commented, just before she rolled her eyes in the screen of her phone while she talked to her best friend about the girl she had just fought the night prior.
The faint knock at the door barely registered over the hum of the TV. Germani sat cross-legged on her couch, her phone pressed to her ear as she laughed.
"Hold on," she muttered, balancing the phone between her cheek and shoulder as she stood up.
The knocking came again, heavier this time.
"I'm coming!" she called out, annoyed. She pulled open the door to see Chuckyy standing there, his usual laid-back demeanor on full display.
He had one hand shoved into the pocket of his gray sweats, the other holding his phone loosely.
Germani smacked her lips, "I told Rico stop sending you niggas to my house." This was the third person that was cool with him that had been there today alone.
"I ain't een on that with you," Chuckyy laughed at first but his voice was steady and casual. "I just came to pick up a pack. Yo nigga told me he left it hea'. "
Germani just leaned against the doorframe, raising an eyebrow. "And he couldn't come get it himself?"
Chuckyy shrugged his shoulders while a smirk appeared on his lips. "You know how it is. Probably didn't want the smoke after what you did to his car."
Germani rolled her eyes but stepped aside to let him in. "Whatever. You know where it's at. Just grab it and go."
He stepped inside, closing the door behind him. He gave her a once-over, his eyes briefly flickering down to her tank top and shorts before moving toward the back of the apartment.
Germani flopped back onto the couch, picking her phone up again. "My fault," she said into the receiver. "Rico done sent Chuckyy ass over hea' now."
Mariah's laughter crackled through the speaker. "Chuckyy? What he want?"
"He came to pick up some weed. Rico ass too scared to show his face," Germani took a glance down her hall to make sure he was in the right area.
Mariah snorted. "That's cause you cracked his ass the other morning. He know yo' ass crazy."
"Please. He's the one who running 'round this bitch thinking that I don't know what he got going and then the bitches he be with even stupider." Germani returned to her original position, pulling her legs up onto the couch.
