TYGA
This little girl is driving all of us crazy. She's screaming, kicking, and crying. I tried to bribe her with food and toys, even money. This girl will not stop. I'm finna choke her out. The door swings open and Trang's cousin Tammi walks in with her beats on. Don't get me wrong, she pretty but she's just weird.
"I love bad bitches, that's my fucking problem and yeah I like to fuck I gotta fucking problem". She started twerking and spinning around. I shook my head and laughed. She took her headphones off and looked at me. She closed the door behind her and sat down.
"Bruh, why she going crazy?", Tammi asked propping her legs on the table.
"I don't know, but she getting on my last fucking nerves".
"Aww, she's too pretty. Why she ain't a model?"
"Maybe because she's only five years old".
She rolled her eyes at my sarcasm.
"Hey lil' mama, come see", Tammi said patting the spot next to her.
At first, the little girl hesitated , until she saw the smile on Tammi's face. She walked over and sat down next to her. Tammi was always good with kids, but she doesn't have any of her own. Her and Jordan would make hella cute kids, but she's not worried about all that right now. Tammi can be really thuggish sometimes. Behind that innocent face, there's a thug. Don't believe just watch.
Kirk and Trang walk in through the door with the crew. I got up and followed them to the kicthen.
"What's going on?"
Kirk started talking about everything that's going on with the little girl, when Trang's phone goes off. She goes to the living room to answer it. Kirk continued with the story and the guys eyes widen.
"Dude, what the fuck?", Jordan asked with the craziest facial expression. "So, that little girl is your daughter? I think I smoked one to many blunts".
"Can you shut up dawg? This ain't no-
"Guyssss! We have a problem.." Trang said locking her phone and putting it back in her pocket.
"What?", DJ asked.
"Well, Tracey just shot one of Alexis' close friend".
Everyone exchanged looks.
"What the fuck?! We killed her. What do you mean?", I asked with confusion.
"Apprantely not, because she just shot someone".
"That fucking bitch faked it!", Chris yelled out in anger.
I was beyond pissed at this point. I took my gun out and looked at everyone.
"You know what time it is. This bitch going down".
Everyone made their way out the door to the car that was parked infront of the house. Jordan was loading up his gun, just in case some niggas wanna fight. He wasn't about to let that happen.
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CHRIS
This is some bullshit on top of bullshit. I swear dude. How the fuck this bitch faked her death. I should of shot her ass atleast 6 times. It's crazy, how that little girl Kristen is Kirk's daughter. Who would of known.
We pulled up to this ghetto ass hangout spot located directly from a strip club. I got out and grabbed my duffel bag, throwing it over my shoulder. The guys followed behind. Right then and there, I spotted Tracey and some girl talking. I cocked my gun back and stepped closer.
"I got you now bitch".
She turned around and smirked. I held my gun tighter and she stepped even closer. I was about to pull the fucking trigger, until I realized that we should make her ass suffer. Still holding the gun, I whispered to Tyga and he nodded his head. DJ, Jordan, and Kirk take the girl inside the buliding and push her down into a chair. I tied her legs and feet to the chiar, so she couldn't move. Then Tyga grabbed her face tightly.
"You dirty ass bitch".
With that, he slapped the fuck outta here. Blood came rushing out like a damn waterfall. She spat blood out and laughed.
"Evidence muthafucka. EVIDENCE! Your girlfriend is on our gang and so is Tammi. They have been for the longest time. You dumbasses don't even realize that Trang could put you muthafuckas in jail. RIGHT NOW".
I slapped her with everything I had in me. "Girl, won't you shut the fuck up."
She smirked. "Kristen, is in danger. I got dudes on my crew that will kill her little ass. I abused the shit outta her. All those bruises on her arm and you guys never noticed. Ya'll really are dumb. So, if you kill me, just remember everything I said".
Kirk was about to beat the fuck outta Tracey, but decided she wasn't even worth it. He clenched his jaw and looked at Tracey.
"Aww, don't be mad. If it makes you feel any better, I've always wanted to fuck you, but, looks like that won't happen". She let out a sarcastic sigh. "Well..."
I took a knife out my bag and stabbed the fuck out of her arm and she screamed.
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NEXT PART COMING UP! :)
