Quavo's Trip To Cuba

Lose You

Quavo

"Tater tot, fuck niggas on my radar watch
Crocodile hunter, turn 'em to some gator shots
Iced out watch, ridin' round ten o' clock
Ridin' round, geeked up, damn, think it's three o' clock
Four o' clock, five o' clock, six o' clock
I'm gon pop, if I don't I go- Aye. Hold on run it back." I said placing my hand on my hip looking down.

"We just ran it back 6 times. How you don't know yo own lyrics?" Our Dj Durel said. I looked over at him giving him a death glare.

"Just run the shit back nigga!" I said walking towards him. My guard Pierre stood in front of me preventing me from going any farther.

"Qua what the fuck is going on with you?" He said

"I just don't feel like doing this." I said

"Well you got to. You stuck doing this for the rest of the day. We gotta go to the studio too. You need to get yo self together. Whatever on yo mind let that shit go."

I stared at him with my fist balled up. Take & Offset came over trying to get me to chill.

"Qua. We got shit to get done so let's get it done." Offset said.

I looked at him unballing my fist then rubbing my face.

"Run that shit back" Take said into the mic.

We been rehearsing for hours now. It's hard to focus cause I can't get last nights events off my mind. I see what Kiari meant when he said not to fuck with Cuba. But I can't seem to get over her. Before we fell out yesterday we were having a good time. She really grew on me yesterday. It just hurts she can't see that I'm tryna do good by her. And I can tell she feeling me too so I really don't get.

"Qua snap out of it! Get hype!" Pierre yelled.

I started doing ad-libs while Takeoff rapped his verse on Handsome & Wealthy to make it seem as if I was into this & tried to push Cuba to the back of my head.
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Cuba

Today was the day that Molly goes back to Chicago and I was upset as hell. I ain't want my bitch to go. She was driving my car to the airport & Honduras was in the back. The ride was silent cause Molly was our piece of home from home for a couple days, now she's leaving. We finally arrived at Hartsfielf-Jackson airport & we all got out. Honduras grabbed her bags and we walked into the airport to Molly's gate. We held hands the entire way. When we finally reached it our tears finally began to fall. I heard Honduras smack his lips behind us. We held each other in a tight hug for a few minutes.

"I love you. Be good." I said

"No y'all be good." She said picking up the one bag she was taking on the plane with her. She hugged Honduras before giving her ticket to the gate lady. She walked through the gate as we watched.

"BYE BITCH!" I yelled smiling.

"BYE BITCH! Kiss Quavo for me!" She yelled back. My smile faded once she said that. I didn't tell her about what happened last night. I just told her our date went "OK". I hadn't thought about Qua all day until now. I really did overreact last night. Qua is being so good to me & my past isn't letting me appreciate him. And now it's probably too late. Honduras & I walked out the airport and got into the car driving off. I got on the highway speeding. Honduras snapped his head towards me.

"Cu... you speeding. And you always getting on other people for speeding." He said

"So what? If I ain't zooming I ain't moving."

"What? You don't even sound like yourself. What's with you?" He asked.

I slowed the car down to my normal speed & turned the radio down.

"Honduras I fucked up! I really like Qua & now he probably don't want nothing to do with me!"

"Then you gotta fix it. I never told you but I can tell Quavo like you too. The way he treat you & talk to you. It's obvious."

"Probably not anymore!" I said

Duras focused on the road before pointing out to it.

"Aye take that next exit." He said

"Why Duras?"

"Just do it."

I did as Duras said and followed more of his directions. We finally got to this tall building. I looked up at it then at Honduras.

"They got a recording session. On the 6th floor room 4A. Go get him."

"Duras I can't he not gone-"

"Damn Cuba stop being pussy. Everybody not gone fix problems with you all the time you gotta fix yo shit. And I'm not tryna hear you whine about him for the rest of the week. So go. "

I cocked my neck back at him. Duras was right. For once. I parked my car leaving Duras there & walked inside. A receptionist was on the phone and didn't notice me. I got onto the elevator going to the sixth floor. I ain't gone lie I was shaking. The doors opened and I stepped off walking down the hall.

"4A, 4A, 4A" I said as I searched the rooms. I approached a door with loud ass beats and laughter coming from it. I came up seeing that it was the room. It was a small window that I tried to look through but it was tinted. I took a deep breath before opening the door and walking inside. It was like 20 niggas & a few hoe looking bitches in here and the smell of weed was strong as fuck. Damn near suffocating. Everybody was staring at me. I looked around spotting Qua sitting in a chair leaned back with a blunt. Some of the guys were looking at him.

"Wassup?" Takeoff said

"I need to talk to Qua" I said never taking my eyes off him.

"About?" He asked taking a hit.

"Quavious please come talk to me." I begged. Never have I begged a nigga to do anything for me. He blew out smoke before sitting at the edge of his seat. He slowly got up walking over to me. I walked out into the hallway and he followed closing the door behind him. He leaned against the wall taking a hit. He wouldn't even look at me.

"Qua I didn't mean to go in on you last night. You ain't deserve that."

"You right I didn't." He said finally looking at me.

"I'm sorry." I whispered.

"Why don't you wanna give me a chance Shawty."

"Qua, I do now! You're the first nigga that actually showed me you want something real & not no temporary shit. I wasn't used to it. Every nigga I ever had left or expected something from me. I thought every nigga was the same but you proved me wrong. I need you Qua. I don't wanna lose you now." I said as a tear fell. He walked over to me looking down at me and I looked up at him.

"You mean that?" He asked

"Yes." I said

"I don't wanna lose you either Shawty. I ain't going nowhere." He said pulling me into him. He gripped my waist & leaned down planting kisses on my lips. I smiled in the kiss while playing with his dreads. He rested his forehead on mine before grabbing my hand & leading me back into the studio.