ride. ( dreezy & 21 savage )

64) Spazz

I lowkey forgot the 12s was that old 😭 my best friend in Pre-K had like 4 pairs of them cause everytime she got a pair she got them dirty😂

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(She used to be kinna chubby 🤔👀)

Shayaa pulled up to Imani's crib. I pulled on my leather gloves and retied my shoe. "You gotcho glock?" Shayaa asked.

I felt my pockets. Shit.

"No." I said, defeated.

I face palmed myself, sighing deeply. "Don't give up now Dre. It's always a way around, you know what I'm saying." He said.

"Like how?" I said.

Shayaa reached into his black bag in the back. He put a pistol into my hands and squeezed my shoulder. "Is that or is that not a way around." I said.

I smiled. I tucked the pistol into my pocket. Imani lived on private property now. Meaning she had no neighbors. I don't know where she scraped up the cash to buy a crib like this.

There was no point in hiding from her so I first took the pistol out, and remembering what Shayaa said, fired two shots into the air. "BITCH WHERE THE FUCK YOU AT?" I yelled. I saw a light come on in the upstairs hallway.

"DON'T HIDE NOW, WHERE YO BITCH ASS AT?" I yelled again.

Imani opened the door. "What the fuck you want hoe?" She snapped.

"Hoe? Oh imma--" Shayaa pulled me back before I could swing.

"Not just yet." He said.

"Reword your sentence." I said tightly.

"Okay. Why are you at my door at 10:00 at night, girl who sucks dick for three cent on a dail--" that was all she got out before I bitch slapped her.

"Try again." I said, looking down at her on the floor, holding her face.

"Whatchu here for?" She said.

"Paybacks a bitch right?" I said, and walked right past her into the house, landing a kick onto her rib cage.

Shayaa walked in and she got up. "Fuck you talking about?" She asked.

"Don't act like you stupid, you know what I'm talking about." I said.

"Do you expect me to know?" She snapped.

"Do you expect me to bitch slap you again?" I said, standing up and chest bumping her. Finally, I didn't feel like the midget of the month.

"Okay, I killed Deja, I killed China so what?"

I put the gun to her head. "So if I shot you in the middle of this room, could I say 'so what?'" I asked.

"Okay, okay, chill!" Imani said.

"You don't like being stuck like this huh?" I asked.

"No!" She spat. I put the gun down.

"Where Travis at?" I asked.

"I don't--"

"Where he at?" I said, clicking my nails against the barrel of the pistol.

"He left, okay?" She said. The look of terror in her eyes almost made me let up, but then again, she killed both of my best friends and expected to get out of it with an excuse.

"Where he go?" I said. She didn't say anything.

"I'm bout to pistol whip yo ass, where he go?" I asked.