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I bobbed my head to the music while I drove up to the school. The lot seemed emptier. I parked in my normal parking spot, cutting the car off once I was situated. My stomach was for sure growling, I didn't have time for a quick breakfast and fast food wasn't what I was in the mood for. I made sure to grab some breakfast from the corner store, cause them joints smack. I don't know what they be doing but I'm guessing putting they foot in.
Herbo, what you do for fun, bitch, everything Herbo, what you gone do with that gun, bitch, everything What kind of drugs you wanna run, bitch, everything If you die what you gone leave your mom, bitch, everything
"Bitch, everything," I rapped along with a bob, as I unraveled my bag to get to my food. Before I could even get a spork-ful into my mouth, without ,yet another incoming call from Tracee. I wasn't stunting her when she left out my crib because of a mistake. I tried convincing her it wasn't anything, but she refused to believe it. And after she hung up in my face after my attempt, I realize I was wasting my time if I didn't really want her or a relationship with her to begin with. I guess once she thought about how I wasn't begging for her attention, she started begging for mine. It was getting more annoying, the more her calls add up.
"What's poppin' slime," Duece said as he managed to slide into my car. I shrugged digging into my food.
"Shit."
"Hm," He said watching me as I ate my food making me slowly stop.
"What nigga?" He just shook his head making me repeat his reaction, "Yo you being mad weird."
He waved me off, " Says the nigga who eating with a damn spoon and fork. Confused ass."
I burst out laughing, "Chill! It's a spork nigga."
"Gay ass shit."
I mugged him taking a piece of bacon into my mouth. The shit was cooked to perfection, had my eyes rolling back.
"That ho good?"
"Man is it," I shook my head while chewing.
"I️ would think so. All that hard ass smacking in my damn ear," Duece looked out the window noticing the red Tesla. "Look who pulls up."
"Who," I asked my face in my plate.
Duece waved me off,"Roll the window dow—"
"Who the fuck about to turn the car on—"
"Fuck you nigga, Yerrrrr," Duece said opening the door. I shook my head looking over at Who he was talking to.
"Yo Carter get yo mans out my face," Chyna said mugging Duece from the backseat.
"Girl, yo biscuit head ass came over here first," He backed up to get a good look at her before laughing, "Yo, Znuie put yo ass in the back? Damn, yo head must've blocked her mirrors."
