"Call up Slaughter Gang, you'll get your shit popped"
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Book inspired by all kinds of trap music.
Don't copy my shit, no translations. All copyrights belong to MEEEE😁.
I pull into the parking lot of Magic City. I visited a good friend of mine before coming, Chelsea she's a makeup artists one of the best in Atlanta and you know I have to always pop out where ever I go.
(Pic of Cuban below)
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I pull out my gun and take out my G2r ammo (type of bullets) (I know these aren't sold no moe).
I'm not planning on pulling the trigger but a bitch can still get pistil whipped .
I put it in my purse, and lock my car door. I admire my surroundings before making my way inside, gotta always watch your surroundings.
Anybody could be watching.
I walk past the line to get inside the strip.
"Who the fuck she think she is?"
Cuban bitch .
"Wassup Cuban" Lion, the security guard say as he move aside so I can walk in .
"Shit" I say before making my way inside .
The further I walked the louder the music became.
I quickly text Kash I was inside .
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I roll my eyes and make my way towards the bar.
"Hey bitches" I say walking up to them.
Kash looks me up and down, "okay bitch I see youu" she say before winking.
I roll my eyes at her, "whatever".
We take a shot, not trying to get to turnt knowing we only came for business.
"Damn I miss being a stripper" Kash say looking at all the money that's getting thrown at the strippers .
"Well if this deal go right, you'll wonder why you even became one in the first place" I say before we high five one another.
Onika stands, "Meek here come on".
We Follow Onika to the VIP section of the club, sure enough the OGs were there.
