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"Wassup" I said giving Keon a head nod getting in his car and closing the door.

"I'm tryna slide on nem niggas" he said rolling a blunt in his lap with some music playing on low volume

"Whea? By Rod n nem?" I asked pointing out the window

"Hell yea them niggas sum pussies" he said shaking his head

"Aw fashoo I'm wit whateva u wit gang" I said giving a small shrug

"We gone" he said smoking and driving off

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"Whea the fuck this dude at" he said putting his mask on and grabbing his gun and waiting in the car

"Rod say he jus went innis brown building right hea" I said nodding my head in the direction of the building while cocking my gun

When he came out the building, We was finna get out the car but he had a lil girl in his hand and she had a pink book bag on.

"Bitch ass nigga." Keon said mugging him

"Aye on T grave u jus got saved by yo daughter" Keon said letting down the window and yelling causing dude to look at him in shock

"Nigga wassup.. if u was onnat shit for real u would've been kilt my ass" he said yelling back

"Nah ian no bitch and ion do that in front of kids" he said letting his windows up and driving off

"Jus blew me" I said shaking my head and chuckling

"Hell funny" he said looking at me frowning

"Man his ass slow. He wanna die in front of his daughter ah sum" I said laughing

"That's what I'm sayin" he said laughing and getting on his phone and going to Kianna contact

"That's yo girl?" I asked side eyeing him

"Nah" he said dryly

"Nigga stop tha capppppp" I said and he cracked a lil smile

"That ain't my girl tho" he said shrugging

"Merch" I said squinting at him

"On T grabs no crosses count" he said raising his right hand

"Aw, fuck taking y'all so long" I said in a confused but duh tone

"We ain't rushing shit so mind ya business"

"We as in y'all as In both of y'all as in a duo as in you two togeth-"

"I can't say we wtf" he said laughing

"Nigga ova hea blushing n shit, yea she got u brodie" I said patting his shoulder