BackStreet

"Aye lil nigga, you got my man here hurt what you gotta say foe yoself" Said the darkskinned man in the front with the a golden mouthpiece

I looked him up and down, and i could see the gun hanging on his belt

They all had one, including tray

I chose not to answer and stare down tray, who in return blew a kiss at me and laughed with the boy next to him

I don't think i should try and fight my way through this one, they don't look like the type to play fair

Plus their armed already, they wouldn't care if they killed me here

"Aye i know you hear me bitch, stop sizing up my boys" he kicked my window hard as he said that

I didn't even see him get this close to my car

I started my car and backed out of my spot, and as soon as i did bullets started flying at me

Those punk ass niggas was planning to shoot me from jump, i knew it in my soul

I couldn't stop crying

I guess he made his bed,now he gotta lay in it

I didn't get any sleep either, as soon as i got home i turned my car off and sat there watching the streets

I was trying to make sure i didn't get followed

"I really wanted to apologize to him....punk ass nigga, why did you do this tray" i said staring at my steering wheel

I looked out the window and saw amber waving to me

I didn't wanna talk, so i locked my doors and laid my head on the steering wheel

Fuck this shit