Groupie Hoe

Kayanna been runnin' game since she was 22 - not clockin' no 9 to 5, but clockin' pockets. She used her body like a weapon, slidin' into rich men's beds and hearts, then slidin' out with they stacks. She didn't care who they were - athletes, rappers, dope boys - as long as the money talked, she listened.

But what she didn't know? Most of these dudes ran in the same high-powered, blood-money circle. Word travels fast in them streets, especially when egos and empires get played.

Fresh out the pen, Kay started slippin'. Her finesse got sloppy. Her schemes? Riskier. Sloppier. And now, the wolves she once danced with got teeth bared and blood in their eyes.

She thought she was untouchable. But now?
She runnin' from her past - and baby, the streets don't forget.

If she don't move smart, she won't live long enough to tell the tale.