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So, Jesse this really came to my mother fucking home. With my mother girl there, like I don't know he killed my mother fucking sister. Like he just came to the crib and just knocked on my shit like shit was cool.
Man, this bitch ass nigga has been asking al questions and shit about me. To everyone but me? Who the fuck this bitch ass nigga think he is?
This is why I fuck with no on but a few bitches and niggas. I am not getting this shit, I am not getting this shit.
"Blood we been out shopping all fucking day son" Bricks said.
"Do you ever stop complaining?" I asked her.
"Son, no. Why can't you drive yo damn self?" She snapped.
"Because I ain't feel like it. Plus I wanted to talk about this Tia bullshit. How the fuck my parents find that bitch?"
"Blood they got some hot shot lawyer and shit. That white nigga looking into everything about your past and shit. Why are you buying two of everything?" She asked.
"Oh, this shit for Jade ass also" I turned and smiled at her.
"Damn" she started laughing.
"What?" I asked.
"You buying matching clothes, shoes, bags, and some jewelry and shit. It's that good huh?" She laughed. "That smile my nigga is big as shit" she smiled at me
"Son, do you niggas want me happy or no? When I am pisses and beating niggas ass y'all got some shit to say. When I smile because Jade bug head ass makes me happy you niggas got some shit to say about it" I snapped and she just nodded her head and step back.
"So, blood what the fuck you want?" I asked slamming down a pair of shoes I was holding.
The cashier stepped back from me and looked at Bricks.
"Which one do you all fucking want?" I took my gun out and pointed at the cashier.
"Look blood, just hold the fuck up now. Son, ain't..." I cut her off cocking the trigger of the gun.
"Which one?" I asked.
"Jade, look just be happy. Alright, just put the damn gun down" she said.
"My fucking point. Ring this shit the fuck up" I told the chick.
"Yes" the girl said shaking like I was about to shoot her ass and shit.
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