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"Yo" I said to Killa as he walked in the trap
We was all chilling at the trap. Hotboxing and shit. I needed to release some stress. Its always bullshit after bullshit son.
"Wassam" He said
"Mann..." I said
"Oop what jas do" Jay said
"Na it aint her. Lailani tryna say she pregnant with my baby" I said
"Nigga what" Dee said
Lailani was my quick nut bitch. Yea I was fucking her while I was fucking with Jas. But im single, I don't owe nobody anything.
"Damn Jas finna bat yo ass" Dee said
"Mike Tyson his ass" Jay said
"Nigga how u let a bitch trap u" Killa said
"I dont fucking know, that baby can't be mine...we always did it with rubber" I said
"She poked a whole in that bitch" Jay said laughing
"Fuck up bitch" I said
"I know what you can name the baby. If its a girl Staircassy and if its a boy Aborshawn" Jay said laughing
"You a goof for real dawg" Dee said chuckling
"Nigga can't take nothing seriously" Killa said. I nodded in agreement.
"Man for real. Catch my cut doe, gotta go make sum rounds" I said dapping them up
"Stay up my nigga" Killa said
"Fasho" I said ➪
I pulled up in my driveway. As I looked at my phone and seen it was 1 in the morning. Then I saw missed calls and messages from jas, knowing she finna be on my ass. I walked in and saw her on the couch.
𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘
"Where was you at" She said looking at me
"Making my rounds" I answered
"I was calling and texting you, you could have sent a text and said I was busy or sum" She said as she rolled her eyes and walked up the stairs
"My fault" I said as I walked in the kitchen. I heard the door slam, making me shake my head.
