The Thug's Model

I Just Wanna Party

YG

I hopped off the plane ignoring the paparazzi pushing cameras in my face. The security pushed them back until I hopped in my car. Hail Mary thumped my eardrums as I rolled out of the airport parking lot in my new 2015 pimped out escalade. I felt on the all black leather seats and prayed for any nigga that would try to jack my shit. Swear to God my glock was glued to my waist since the homie got robbed a few days ago. Nigga lost his watch and his earrings but we keep that on the lowkey though since the homie was slippin, can't let the enemies know a piru nigga was off. I was back home from New York and a nigga was lovin it. My iPhone vibrated in my pocket so I answered it with my free hand.

"Nigga come roll thru ," Teecee mumbled threw the iphone.

"Aight where you boolin at Nigga?"

"We at Slim house blood."

"Aight imma 'bout to roll thru."

I parked the car in the drive way and got out the car. Slim had a nice ass condo above his studio like the most of us but this nigga had a whole bunch of gates and shit so nobody could roll up.

"OPEN THE DOOR SLIM!" I banged on the gate. Slim peeped his big ass head out the door.

"What the fuck wrong witchu blood..thought yo ass was the 'ops." He walked to the gate and unlock the gate."Ace stop hidin the powder nigga it's YG."

Ace was breathing extra hard when I walked in the studio.

"And you wonda why yo ass still on probation," I said dapping him up then sitting on the red couch on the opposite side of the equipment. The studio was extra dark with only three bulbs in the ceiling and it didn't help that these niggas filled the whole room with smoke from the weed. Teecee walked down the stairs on the side of the room.

"Chill blood!" He groaned. "I FORGOT MY ASS WAS STILL ON FUCKING PROBATION." All the homies started laughing.

"Yo. You went to court two fucking weeks ago, you remember yo ass complaining about how much that lawyer cost?" Teecee sat next to me looking at this nigga in disbelief.

"Shit I must've been fucked up blood." Ace leaned back in the black rolly chair.

"We need to go to this motherfucking club..it's going be pussy central up in that bitch," Teecee lit a fat ass blunt and inhaled. That's the one thing I can't stand about the homie, Teecee always forget to pass the blunt. Ever since we knew what blunts was he was being selfish like that.

"Nigga pass that shit, you bitch ass nigga. Damn I got the motherfucking problems," Ace reached for the blunt.

"Yo niggaz betta watch they motherfucking mouth," Teecee and Ace started to get up but me and Slim got in between them.

"AYE! NOT HERE!" I held Teecee back. I mean I'm all about fixing yo beef with yo homeboys by fighting but not in a studio with some expensive ass equipment in this hoe.

"Nigga you at gon' do shit. You got me fucked up!" Ace yelled trying to push Slim out the way.

"Nigga I will fuck you up on P 's ole pretty boy ass nigga!" Teecee tried to run up.

"BICK BACK AND BE BOOL!" Slim pushed Ace back down in his chair and I calmed down Teecee.

"Y'all niggas trippin we known each other since diaper days." We sat in silence for a second thinking back to days we didn't have money and all we had was brotherhood. Beef would never last between us.

"So we hittin the club up?"

~~~~~~~~~AT THE CLUB~~~~~~~

I chugged some avion straight out of the bottle as a hoe started to dancing on my dick. The Club was hella packed with women wanting to be with a real nigga. Shit I even lost sight of all the homies in this big ass VIP section. I bit my lip and slapped homegirl's ass.

"My shit real Keenon," she whispered in my ear. Damn she fine. Tattoos raked her body with a few on her face, lil mama was working that baby blue dress that covered half her ass.

"Baby girl you can't be callin me by my government name yet. Ion know you like that, I didn't hit that pussy yet," I licked my bottom lip.

"Don't speak to soon.." She smiled and led me to the back of the VIP section were the bathrooms was.

We barely entered the stall when she started to take me all in. A nigga was enjoying that shit. When her knees started to hurt I bent her over the toilet. BUT NIGGA HAD TO WRAP IT UP before I killed her insides.

"OOOOHHH!!"

"Who yo daddy?" I trusted harder in her.

"I WANNA HAVE YO BABY." I froze and pulled out.

"What the fuck?? Hell nah." I pulled my jeans up and ran out that bathroom so motherfucking fast. Bitches got me so fucked up.