Something About Him

Chapter 7

Excuse ALL Mistakes !!

I was walking from class to my car when I noticed all the girls were staring and whispering about me; like it's been happening all day ever since it gotta word out that me and Tommy have been hanging out. I got like two or three fake beefs with girls in my morning and last class cause of this dude. Who still beef over boys? I mean how old are we? They need to get that together cause they fake mad at the wrong person. I made it to my car and saw a note on my window.

STAY AWAY FROM TOMMY, WHITE GIRL OR ELSE !!

I rolled my eyes, took a picture and sent it to Tommy then threw the note over my shoulder and getting into my car.

These Hoes Need A Life, I thought as I cranked up my car and plugged my Aux to my phone; playing broke asf

Bitch!

Is that Shoki on the beat?

He keep talking in 'em comments
Fuck it, drop a bag on 'em
Send my stepper where you sleep
I bet my shorty smash on 'em
Put a fuckin tag on 'em, big glick
With a fuckin' flash on 'em
He gonna smoke, if I want to smoke his ass
And put some ash on 'em

Bitch I know you sad, I know you mad, I know you pissed off
Talkin' out his ass like he bad, knock his shit off
Fold him on your ass body bag don't get sent off
Bustin' out they whip with loaded clip and knock the tent off
Bitch you know we swervin' we be wreckin', ain't no lettin' off
Pussy bitch don't play, I pop that ray and send your blessings off
I will never lay, was born to spray, bitch, I aint restin' up
Pour that shit, that crazy, on the daily I be texting her
He say, that bitch his baby, that's Fugazi,
I be scratchin' herNigga's think they hot just like a pot until we wet them off
We got hella shots and hella knots and we got that for days
Fuck 'em all, throw 'em pills, tryna drill but you got shot today

He keep talking in 'em comments
Fuck it, drop a bag on 'em
Send my stepper where you sleepI bet my shorty smash on 'em
Put a fuckin' tag on 'em, big glick
With a fuckin' flash on 'emHe gonna smoke, if I want to smoke his ass
And put some ash on 'em

I be jiggin' in that bitch, I got that 30 Mag on 'em
In his head when there's pressure,
30 rounds in my sweaterGlizzy glizzy no beratta, pull up on you when I pop that metal
Get my dick sucked and smoking a Backwood and counting this cheddar
You know you just act hood but you really ain't that hood, boy you gotta do better
You know that we clap hoods and we leap 'em right back
And we spin 'em jus' like a Lil presser
Pop on music, got a suppressor
Pull up and shoots, goin' off in the Tesla, boom, pow!
Knock her pussy off for acting, like he's special
Bitch you reckless, I ain't tryna hear no preachin' or no lecture
I aint fuckin' with no bop, I get the top and I don't test
Bitch we got lots of sticks, no pot to piss
Spin your block with poppin' shit
We poppin' glicks and poppin' dicks
Big bro done taught me not to miss

He keep talking in 'em comments
Fuck it, drop a bag on 'em
Send my stepper where you sleepI bet my shorty smash on 'em
Put a fuckin' tag on 'em big glick
With a fuckin' flash on 'em
He gonna smoke' if I want to smoke this ass
And put some ash on 'em, bitch

I went to McDonald's before going home. While waiting on my food, I had got a text from Tommy.

Who Put That On Your Shit?

Tommy, I Don't Know But Ima Find Out

Naw, Ima Handle it.

I rolled my eyes and replied back. I got my food and began eating my food while driving home. I pulled into the apartment complex as I finished off my Mcchicken. I grabbed my phone off the aux cord, putting it in my back pocket and grabbed my books from the frontseat; I then got out, closed the door then hit the lock button on my keypad. I walked towards the mailbox to check it to see if my dad sent my monthly allowance. I checked and saw nothing but coupons then a letter from my daddy.