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"nigga gotchu ina handbrace . we NEED our get back you tryna let that shit slide." one of my hbs said.
they tryna start sum with vell n nem knowing we the same sides and thats gon fuck up money, and we gon have to watch our back more then we do, even jus goin outside to get mail.
"like i said fuck it let it go. this little shit, youn even know why the fuck i gotta brace on" i said gettin up and pouring up some more lean.
"bet" he said walking away.
i got a call from this unknown number, i answered it.
"hola" i said taking a sip of the drank.
"dooda we got shit to handle fuck u been big dawg" they said.
i recognized the voice.
"ina hospital dawg, shit happened im bounced back doe" i spoke.
"bet wya i got wheel" they said.
"crib" i said before hanging up.
i finished the drank before getting up and going outside.
i was bummy as fuck right now but ion care i'll still fuck a bitch in my nike techs.
i heard a car speeding down the block so i pulled my gun from my waist, and covered my self a lil with the front door.
it slowed down as it approached the crib.
i took the gun off safety and kissed it.
the car honked twice.
i peeked my head seeing it was my homeboy.
i put the gun back on safety tucking it back walking towards the car.
i got in and scoot the seat back a lil putting my hood up.
we dapped and he pulled off.
"whats the moves" i said.
"opps" he replied.
i nodded looking out the window. ————————-—————————
𝐈𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 '𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀' 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐍 𝖢𝗁𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗀𝗈, 𝖨𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗈𝗂𝗌
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