Layla pov.
Today I'm going out to get my money from this bitch named Trina.
She owe me bought 2500. She been skippin out on me for three weeks and today is payday. So I get up and get in the shower wash, do my hygiene thing and curl my hair and put on (in mm) and head out. I go out to my brand new Black Escalade. Ohh and I guess I didn't tell y'all about my, business well let me fill you in. Im a middle man the number one supplier (who's name nobody know) give me the supply (which is weed) and I pass it down to the dealers. the dealers pay me and I give 60% to the supplier and 40% to myself it's a good business. Anyways I pull up to Trina's house, she see me and run in the house. I walk up to her door with Derrick my bodyguard. He bang on the door and I yell Trina bring yo hoe ass outside. she open the door and say Ohh hey Layla wassup I didn't even see you pullup. I can tell she high. Trina where the fuck is my money, and you better not be smoking my shit. She just look at me smiling so I bust her in the lip. then she start studdering. She say kinda crying I promise Imma have it for you tommorow, I say bitch you got 24 hours and if I don't got my money thas yo ass.
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Shoot or die
FanfictionNow all other thug story start with a girl talking bout how she in love with a thug but baby let me tell this is not that kind of story. Can Layla stay true to the streets and still love August.
