In which Kentrell and Tyquian get in an argument since Tyquian started a brawl at one of Kentrell's many shows.
KENTRELL GAULDEN.
"Aye say big bruh!" Tyquian was about to say while smiling making me snatch the mic out his hand shaking my head. His ass was always causing shit at my shows.
"Stop playin' so fuckin' much." I mumbled in his ear as he ignores me grabbing another mic from somebody else while I was putting my chain back on staring at the dude who tried to snatch my chain in the crowd with my stomach heaving up and down. Montana started talking to me as I turned to the side biting down on bottom looking at him once I got it on fully but he looks away talking to his friend.
"Aye I always said if you mess with my big bruh!" Tyquian yelled into the mic as I walked off stage with my hands in my pockets and my face balled. "Ima come behind him ten toes, since you wanna snatch my big bruh shit wassup cuz?!"
I heard the mic hit the stage harshly along with loud gasps and I just knew Tyquian jumped in that crowd to fight along with Joe. I shook my head squeezing my fist together because he was always doing dumb shit.
"Youngboy you good?" Montana asked as I nod sitting down on the couch waiting until Tyquian stupid ass got back here. It was time for me to end this shit because I couldn't let him be the reason my money stops flowing.
"When Tyquian stop fighting tell him to come to my dressing room." I tell Montana who nods before rushing off after hearing a bunch of screams and gasps. I looked over my bruised knuckles shaking my head rubbing over them gently while placing my head onto the plush couch behind me waiting until Tyquain brung his ass back here.
"So sick of this rap shit." I mumbled rising from the couch knocking over a bowl of ice in the process watching as the crushed ice flew everywhere on the gray tiled floor beneath my Versace steppers before walking to my dressing room. I slammed the door closed harshly once I got there causing a picture frame to shake on the wall. I breathed deeply sitting down on the couch putting my head in my hands shaking my leg. I didn't want to get it anymore trouble legally but people were always fuckin' with me at my shows. I don't do shit to nobody.
"Stupid mothafuckas." I gritted out angrily looking up once I heard yelling. One belonging to Montana and the other one belonging to Tyquian. That was quick as fuck.
"Quando that's a female!" Montana yelled entering the room bringing a hyped up Tyquain in by his strap from the black overalls he decided to wear tonight. "You can't be spittin' and punchin' on them like that!"
"Man." He laughs snatching away from him pulling his black overalls up. "That bitch spit on me first! I was defending myself!"
"You gonna be defending yourself in court too you fuckin' dumbass!" Montana yells back turning red in the face as I stand up from the couch walking over by Tyquain who was just laughing. He always thought shit was a fuckin' joke.
"Cool out Montana." I nodded at him before placing my hand on Tyquain's shoulder squeezing it which caused him to stop talking. "I got this, go get Baby Joe fa' me."
"Niggas I swear." He walked off mumbling as I squeezed the back of Tyquain's neck. Once I seen Montana was gone I threw him down on the couch.
"Aye say Yb!" He yelled sitting up briskly after I tossed him on the couch with a mug on his face as I turned around to lock the door. "Fuck you throwin' me around like that fa?! Ian no fuckin' rag doll!"
