* Hey y'all listen to "Cash Kidd On My Momma" while reading the story. ✌✌.
( Shark POV)
Nigga this is the last damn time I'm going to ask you FAM were the fuck is my fucking money. I gave over 3,000 worth of my drugs to sell.. That's adds up to I get at least 5,000 all together. Nigga one thing I don't play with is my fucking money. If I'm not happy then nobody is. Now this the last time imma ask yo fool ass. Where the fuck is my money?? " I'm sorry gee but somebody jump me outside on 60th & Keefe. I'm dead ass I was just walking waiting for Blood to come pull through. Then while I was bout to walk around looking for him. Some niggas came and unloaded it off of me. They said it was payback from Indian. ( Indian and shark got mad beef between each other) . Hell naw. This nigga ain't going to get away with that shit. Fuck outta here. Ayo ty call everyone in for a meeting now. We getting his fool messy ass today. Onna gee. A few mintues later the rest of the squad came in. "Wassup shark? . Indian jacked little Marcus over there while waiting for a sell. Says it was payback. We pulling through today my niggas. Yall down or what? " We might as well go tommorow so we can get our plan right. No mistakes fool. ". To be honest Tre is right. Ion wanna do a sloppy ass run through. I scratch my curls in frustrating. Damn this gone be a long ass night. I walked over to my stash and pulled out a fat mango pineapple blunt. I would do k12 but then I'll be gone. I gotta be in it. I walked over to my makeshift customed made bar pulled out the coconut pineapple ciroc heavy on the ice. Damn he on some fucked up shit.
~ TrillToCold1~
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Thuggin To The End
RomantiekPoetic is struggling in Compton, California.. No mama to be on her case about school and getting good grades and leading to be someone in the world. Every since her mother died she's really not the same person she's used to be. . No matter the situ...
