Zyara P.O.V
"BIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII STICK EM'
fuck you and nigga came witcha (Fuck 'em)
Don't put a nigga on a picture (Fuck 'em)
Don't put a nigga on ya t shirt (T shirt)
Back in the day when a nigga sell dope
I'ma slap ya daddy off and put'em in a hole
Glock 40 WOOOOOOOOO
My ambitions as a rider (Rider)
Sippin on lean getting higher
Nigga i'm a Codein buyer
No you ain't no foreign whip driver
Shout out to the shooters and the shooters only
You never walk around with a lot of money
Bundles fallin all out ya pocket
When you hit'em in the head can you keep a solid
Bulletproof whip we'll blow it up
Like some raw uncut don't blow it up
Represent ya gang nigga throw it up
I don't give a fuck where you at nigga throw it up!"
Future Shit blasted through my speakers as me and my girls cruised through Compton! It was nine thirty on a Friday night and we was looking for some shit to get into.
"TALKIN BOUT YOU POPPIN' TAGS NIGGA YOU AIN'T BOUGHT SHIT!" My best friend La'Drea rapped along with future.
"AYYYE!" I screamed cause I didn't know the words. I ain't give a fuck, the song just had me geeked when it came on.
"Zy ole dumb ass don't know the song and shit!" My other close friend Couture said calling me by my nick name, causing me and the rest of the girls to bust out laughing. It was five of us all together.
We was known around Compton. Me as the calm one, Drea as the loud one, Couture as the hoe, Brisha as the bi polar one, and Brisha's sister Carisha as the smart but funny one.
"Bitch get off me! I do know it!" I bopped my head to the music. "SHIT!... SHIT!..." I tried to catch on to what he was saying.
They all started laughing again.
"You dumb as hell!" Brisha shook her head in amusement.
"Fuck y'all." I stuck my middle finger up at them, keeping my left hand on the wheel.
"Y'all gonna leave my fucking sister alone!" Drea snapped.
"Right! I'm to cute to know the lyrics" I flipped my hair and continued cruising.
"Yooo! We've been in this hot ass car for damn near forty five fucking minutes. Where the hell we going Zyara?!" Brisha yelled sounding hella annoyed.
"Bitch do you know where we can fucking go? It's always fucking live out here, but this shit dead as a bitch today." I snapped pulling over on this main street.
"Right! It seem like every since Trey went to jail, this shit's been off!" Couture agreed with me. Trey is a well known nigga from around the way. He's like my bestest friend besides Drea. He went to jail for getting caught with a drug charger, and this nigga don't even sell drugs.
See, some niggas from outside of Compton set him up, but i'm more than positive my best friend gonna get they ass back. I've been in contact with his mama and she says they should be postin' his bond within a few days.
