When Stephon went into Ensley, he saw so many hoodrats. The hoodrats looked like some transgender strippers, but that's how Stephon liked his girls.
"U want sum head, baby?" Said one hoodrat.
"Nah baby girl I'll pass. Y'all kno Where Keyshawn stay at?"
All the hoodrats guided Stephon to Keyshawn's place. It was all trashy n shit. It was musty too. He was Chillin with this other dude who was fresh asf.
"What yo ass doin here?" Asked Keyshawn.
"I need to ask u bout dis lil boi who run fast n shit. He was at the store stealin shit runnin fast like a muu. U kno him?"
"I think so. His name Corterrius. We call him terry for short."
"Oh. Well I knew that nigga was a crackhead from the getgo."
"U can't be talkin. U a crackhead too." The man beside Keyshawn was laughing.
Stephon asked, "Who dafuq is u?"
"I'm Bj. U friends with Keyshawn?"
"Ye"- "Hell naw," Said Keyshawn as he paused Stephon. "I just met that nigga yesterday."
"So, that don't mean shit!"
"Yes it do. It mean that I met yo ass yesterday, so it mean sum."
"This nigga getting smart with me, ok." Said Stephon. "Aye Bj, u kno Corterrius?"
"Yea we usually play basketball on Tuesdays?"
"Why Tuesday's?"
"Nigga cuz we want to. It's Tuesday today, so Ima meet up with him at the gas station. Y'all coming?"
Both Stephon and Keyshawn said yea and headed their way out.
"This house smell like shit!" Yelled Stephon.
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DA 6 CRACKHEADS
FantasyThis story is about a group of crackheads who cause havoc in downtown Birmingham and does the best to be rich.