Gucci P.O.V ******
Rich Homie Quan blasted through the club...the V.I.P was full of bitches, bro's, and bottles. A thick cloud of smoke was covering the area and i was having a flat out good as time.
"Ma nigga 26! Give it up for his old ass! " Scooby yells.
" his big head ass like 50 in dog years now "Zeek says...He talking like he aint coming up right here with me.
" Fuck the both of yall " I say. A girl brung over a tray of bottles with like one of them little fire cracker things that blow flames to...and they were singing me happy birthday. " God is good all the time all the time God is good " I yell taking the bottle into my blunt free hand.
" Happy birthday lil bro "
" Of it isnt the worlds shittest big brother..thanks man " I stumble over and hug him.
" Yeah, whatever with all that shit. 26 got you loosing ya mind "
" My mind been lost...and I still aint found the shit. Or a fuck to give. TURN DOWN FOR WHAT?!? " I put the bottle into my mouth drinking with my blunt in the air as Kevin Gates blasted.
" This nigga trippy tonight "
" Fuck stressing, fuck bills, fuck work, I wanna smoke drink fuck hoes and go to sleep " I say stepping. mY eye sight was getting a bit foogy and i was loosing my balance.
" Aye im a be back. Keep a eye on him bruh " Zeek tells Scooby as some girl in a purple dress pulled him away.
" Keep a eye on me? Im grown. Fuck you mean? En-enjoy ya self " I pat my brothers back walking away...I didnt know where I was walking to but I was walking.
" Hey, Gucci. Happy birthday "
" Thank you " I say drinkng. " Yall twins or yall just look alike "
They looked at each other and shared a laugh.
" Twins, papi "
Oh, They mexicans too.
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" Let me take you home "Zeek says. The club was closing and we had to bounce.
," Im fine, nigga. Get the fuck off of me. " I push him back leaning against my Maybatch. " DO I look like a fucking kid to you? Im a grown as man. I can drive myself home..i dont need no one "
" Ma nigga you tore up...you can spend the night with us "
" Fuck that, im going home..to my bed..leave me alone. Ill call you bitches later " I finish my drink and toss the bottle to the side of us getting in thr car.
" Bruh call us when you get home "
" Whatever " I wave them off starting the car and slamming the door. I peeled off heading home
" She wants to leave me? She wants to turn everybody against me. Its my fuckig birthday. Im 22. Im 2 old for bullshit...stupid people " I let go of th wheel and grab my blunt ligtting it.
I took the wheel again turning back to my side of the strret. I got home shortly after. I punched in the gate. code abd drove up the drive I got out the car and slammed the doors. Cash Range Rover was parked next to me.
I laughed and kicked it. " Who the fuck does she think she is " I punched the window as hard I could causing the glass to break and alarm to go off. Blood started coming out my hand.
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That Ballah Love: Down For My Ballah
Teen FictionCash, Gucci and the ballers are back. That Ballah Love: Down For my baller is the Sequel to " That Ballah Love ". Last time you heard from Cash she was stuck crying pregnant in Gucci's penthouse after the police raid. Now she's out to make it happen...