Quavo's Trip To Cuba

I Got You

Quavo

I ain't really understand why Shawty was pissed at me for buying her shoes. Most females woulda appreciated that shit. She bad & I was just tryna get on Shawty good side. I was still feeling her though. Her vibe & her looks was talking to me. And once I get her ima straighten out that nasty ass attitude. Cuba. I can't stop thinking bout her. She not like none of these scheming ass hoes. It seems as if she ain't even know who I was. I shook my head taking another hit at my blunt. I was sitting in my backyard just thinking. I don't even know when Ima see her again.

"What you doing nigga?" Offset said coming outside. I stared forward taking one more hit as he sat on the table next to me. I passed him the blunt.

"What was Cuba fussing bout?" He said making me chuckle.

"Man I don't know. Her & her brother must not be from around here."

"They from Chicago"

Mm. Chicago.

"Shawty was really mad at me for buying her shoes" I laughed. "I never seen nothing like it"

"It gotta be a deeper reason" Off said

"Man, she said I hope you don't think I owe you anything for this. Fuck kind of shit is that" I leaned my head back letting my high take over.

"Aye. Why you so worried bout her?"

I smacked my lips then licked em. "Cause I'm feeling Shawty"

"How that gone look ? You fucking with a high schooler." Off said

"Hold on. A what ?" I said lifting my head. I scooted to the edge of my seat resting my elbows on my knees.

"They go to my school. That's how I knew em. Well I knew her brother for real. He younger but he cool. I got gym with him."

"And her?"

"Cuba? She a senior. So she must be 18 or close. She ain't no little ass kid or nothing"

I shook my head and leaned back again.

"They both some hot heads man. If I was you I wouldn't try to fuck with her." He said. "I'm going inside it's hot as fuck."

He stood and I dapped him up. I was left alone again. Just me & my thoughts.
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Cuba

Luckily my grandma was ok. It hurt cause last time I was in a hospital my daddy died. I felt nothing but guilt. Guilt for not doing right by her. But I felt like both me & Duras were given a second chance. They kept her in the hospital for the night and her boyfriend stayed with her, so me & Duras had the house to our self. If this was Chicago we would've easily thrown a party, but we don't know that many people to do that. It was like 6 at night and we were bored as hell. We were on the couch watching Wild N Out when our door bell ring. I got up to open it and I definitely didn't expect to see who was on the other side.

"BITCH!" Molly screamed dropping some bags and jumping on me. We fell to the ground and Honduras ran over to see what was going on.

"Oh my God what you doing here !? How you get here!?" I yelled pushing her off of me.

"On the plane duh and I wanted to see y'all! Hey Honduras!" She yelled getting up then running to Duras hugging him. I got up brushing my clothes off & fixing my weave.