Project Princess. Molly Brazy x G Herbo

Chapter One

I walked into the trap, as soon as I opened the door I was hit with the musty smell of loud.

A group of greetings were thrown my way as I walked towards the back and into my office. I closed the door behind me and started counting my earnings for the west side. I only trusted myself and my right hand man Chris to do so.

I was bout a thou short which was honestly chump change, but it was the principal of the matter more so than about the money. I called Loco, in he was the person that took care of matters on the west side, so if anybody were to know why I was missing money, it would be him.

"Yo why the fuck am I a rack short from the west side" I asked pushing back my pink curled brazilian hair away from my forehead.

"Its that Nigga Tony again when I went to his house to collect this week, he wasn't there. I think he ran off, like somewhere outta state ghee." He said.

"Well off his family and then after you done I want you to find his punk ass and bring him to the trap on 30th and Crenshaw" I replied absent mindedly.

What typa fuck ass Nigga run up a debt and then still got money to get outta state. 

"Ight, boss I gotchu." He replied walking out

I sighed, honestly this shit was stressful as fuck, I needed a blunt.

I counted the money for the rest of the hood, and all together it was 'round 300,000. I gave everyone they cut, put the rest in my safe and left from the trap.

I hopped in my black range rover with tinted windows and rolled up. As soon as I was done I lit the blunt and cut on some G herbo. Honestly I fucks wit his music heavy as hell.

He was strugglin' and he did the only thing he knew how to. He was just like me only, he got out the hood.

A product of my environment, of course I am. Walking with that torch, I am. Still smell like gun powder, straight up off that porch I am. Youngest nigga got up on this glizzy without force I am. Go and cop that new ferari seven hunnid horse I am. And I told my big bros lemme see you runnit up. I don't give a muthafuck bout them if they ain't one of us. Niggas they ain't nun like us they ain't onnat block like us, they don't tote them glocks, like us they wasn't down for rock like us. (This is g herbo's song I am in no form trynna copy nor plagiarize it.)

I inhaled the smoke, nodding my head to g herbo's song, crazy. I stopped at the light a cop car pulled up onna side of me, I continued as if I never seen it.

One thing about Chicago is, the cops here is always suspicious, I mean for good reason, but I ain't finna make myself seem guilty and start trynna act all law abiding cause I seen a cop.

I turned into the nearby gas station, I need some swishers, kruncy kurls, and some pop.

As I walked in I seen my Nigga Joe at the register, he funny as hell and just a cool dude, all around. I waved to him and walked to the back and got all the stuff I needed.

I walked up to the cash register, "Aye Joe can I get five black cherry swishers?"

He smiled at me, asking for no I.D, he never did. I handed him a hunnid dollar bill.

"Keep the change joe," I smiled and walked out the door, as soon as I stepped foot outside somebody bumped into me. My whole bag fell out my hand and the contents along with it.

"What the fuck, ghee watch where tha hell you goin'" I yelled not even looking up to see who had bumped into me. I just wanted to go home and take my ass to sleep.

I picked up, my chips and swishers off the ground but left the pop there. I wasn't finna keep it just so it could buss in my face when I opened it.

"My bad ma, but I know yo ass ain't talkin' to me like that?" A deep voice said above me.

"Well, who else am I --" I started but stopped when I seen that the person that bumped into me was g herbo. Fml. Well the nigga bumped into me I don't care who he was he wasn't just finna punk me like a Bitch.

"Who else would I be talkin to there's only one person who bumped into me. " I finished glaring at his fine ass.

"I said my bad ma, but it's like dat?" He said lookin at me and licking his lips. Issa tsunami.

"Yea, it is like dat. " I smiled sweetly at him then walked to my range rover, like I wasn't still thinking bout the way he looked at me and how wet it made my panties.

I cut his music right back up like I wasn't just talking to him, this time it was don't worry, by him and lil bibby(A/n if you don't know this song you really should check it out I honestly love this song so much). I drove off, from the gas station and took my ass home. Finally.

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Ok that's the first chapter of Project Princess. The picture in mm is Molly and also the outfit and hairstyle she had for this chapter.  Hope You enjoyed. Feel free to give constructive criticism, don't be afraid! Dont forget to vote n comment!