Obsession

Snakes In The Grass

~Honesty~

"No we just tryna eat to. My connect told me y'all was moving y'all business to Miami indefinitely. So we came in to set up shop" . Terrance said trying to reensure his innocense.

I knew something was up. I strapped on my red and black custom made ak-47, Lisa, and grabbed my extendos just in case. I started finding traps and setting new ones around the warehouse.

We got a snake in the grass and I think I know who it is...

~Chez~
How the fuck this nigga telling me shit we aint even set in stone yet. Only a few even know about this new plug. I turn around and look at my brothers, but they all shared the same baffled look as me.

"So what the fuck going on here" ! I yelled, my voice damn near shaking the warehouse. Everyone just stood there still and silent. Im getting more pissed by the second.
"Who the fuck going and talking to the enemy"? I walked over to Trent, " You supposed to be blood so I know damn well you aint tryna turn on us, Right? "

"You know me better than that cuz, squad shit till I die fuck these 704 bitches, No doubt there's a rat in here but it aint me"

"Well who the fuck is it" ! I began walking around the room watching everybody vibe.
"Savage, why yo crew cant look me in the face "?

"I.. I dont know what you mean big bruh, we aint never dealt with no shit like this"?

This nigga a paid killer with 10 to 15 bodies a week... talking bout he aint never done no shit like this before.

"Whats so different now shawdy ? You kill niggas everyday"

"Yeah tell him what's so different, Savage" Terrance repeated.

I cocked my head to the side

Pow ! Pow ! Pow !

All of sudden I hear somebody blasting from the top floor of the warehouse. We all take cover, pulling out our straps at the same time. Shit about to get real hot real quick.

Then I see my sister walking down the steps with ha glock 9 to somebody head. I cant tell who it is yet.

"WTF going on Nene"?

"These niggas set us up what you think "?

Shots began to ring throughout the warehouse... it started looking like the times square on the fourth of july.

We the fucking Trap Gods, we go hard for our shit and I be damn if I let some dusty ass niggas like them take what the fuck we built.

They was running out of ammo, I could tell cause shots coming from that way was subsidizing fast.

Then I see this fuck nigga tryna get out, Oh hell no nigga you gone die with yo crew... he must've forgot who he fucking with.

He went out the back so I circled around to find him tryna hotwire a truck filled with dope we gotta ship off after we finish cleaning the trash out.

I crept up on him and straight knocked his ass out with my 4 5. I was dragging his ass in when NeNe lil ass come busting out the door talking bout she knew it.

"I knew it was some shit in the game chez, them niggas been acting funny since we met up earlier".

"Hell yeah sis when that nigga started talking bout miami, I already knew but its cool... Im finna make an example out this bitch."

We finally got this nigga back in the warehouse where everybody else was. Niggas in here talking shit and laughing cause these niggas really thought they could take us out. We fucking Gods, We cant be stopped.