In which Tyquain hits one of Bryson's homeboys in his face with an hennessy bottle and it doesn't end well.
Yall ain knew I was coming but bae did🙈 and idgaf, I'm still hype😭 now enjoy.
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Tyquain takes another swig out his large hennessy bottle while walking down the stairs with his security and homeboys behind him as he just finished performing. He sighs feeling sweat drip down his forehead as he wipes it away while swallowing the strong liquid hissing when it hit the back of his throat. The dark skin male has been sipping on the bottle since before he started performing so he was already tipsy. He reaches the bottom of the stairs before stopping seeing a male he's been waiting to catch for so long.
Nle Choppa, Tyquain wanted to beat the living shit out of him after what his homebody said about Kentrell on instagram live one afternoon. He didn't take it lightly at all, even though it's not that serious. He takes another large swing eyeing the men before taking off running down the flight of stairs yelling causing everybody to grow confused.
"Wassup pussy ass nigga?!"
Bryson stops laughing and smiling before looking up with furrowed eyebrows seeing Tyquain's small body running in their direction.
"Fuck wrong with cuh?"
His homeboys started to move out the way that was until Tyquain swung his bottle wildly hitting the man known as Dante who said something about Kentrell in his face as he hisses in pain.
"Talk allat shit na'!," Tyquain yells as he was snatched up by his security and pushed back inside as everybody looked on in shock including Bryson. "Pussy ass, bitch it's 4kt!"
"Fuck!" Bryson's friend groans holding his face in his hands. "Fuck mane!"
"Cuh." The lightskin man bent down at his knees trying to check on his friend seeing crimson colored blood seep through his sealed fingers. "Move yo' finga's nigga."
"His shit gotta be fucked up." Another male mutters bending down as well. "The fuck wrong with that Quando nigga?"
Bryson shakes his head feeling his body grow hot immediately as he heard Tyquain yelling some more from inside the venue. He was shouting a bunch of nonsense before walking back up to the doors as his security blocked the door so he couldn't go back in.
"Ain' nobody finna fight his ass." He sucks his teeth seeing the man laugh and drink more from his bottle. "Drunk ass bitch cuh, on Jesus Christ niggas got me fucked up."
Meanwhile, back inside the venue Tyquain had his phone out recording for his insta story to show them what he just went down. The male laughs unlocking his phone about to walk off again but was snatched back.
"You need to calm down Quando."
"Get the fuck offa' me cuz." He burps before starting to record and laughing. "I just cracked Nle Choppa homeboy in his shit ! runnin' up on me. Aye! I just cracked a nigga in his shit! Nigga fuck Nle Choppa!, and I got that fire on me and I'm ridin' around Houston!" Tyquain faces the camera back towards his direction laughing with wide eyes while dipping under his security arms and holding his bottle up to the camera before looking off seeing Bryson staring at him as he bucks. "Wassup pussy ass nigga?!"
"Quando chill the fuck out." His friend speaks up shaking his head as he posts it to his story. "You out yo' body right about na',"
"Leave me tha' fuck alone, ain' no nigga gonna eva' disrespect YB as long as I'm livin' big bruh." Tyquain chuckles as he was pushed forward. "Fuck Nle, bitch ass nigga!"
