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𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒅 6

📍𝑭𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝑪𝒓𝒊𝒃.
ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑟𝑛𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑠 Ill |19|
6/5/21 2:37pm.
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[a/n my man looks so yummy 🤭]

:after he dropped noelle off:

i pulled into the garage at fats mama's house and parked my car.

i walked up to the front door before knocking twice.
all of a sudden i heard fats' mama yell from a distance. "aye reggie! come get this fuckin door."

reggie is fat's real name, heon got no right to talk about claire name when his is just as colonized as hers.

a few minutes went by and these niggas still ain't come to the door, i decided to make a beat on the door with my knocks. fats opened the door smacking his teeth at me.

"nigga think he metro boomin making beats and shit." he mumbled making me slap the back of his head.

we walked past the kitchen and i walked back once i saw fats' mama in there. "hey ma!" i yelled to her since she had music playing as she washed the dishes.

fats' mom was like my mom too, when my mom went away to prison i lived with my dad, but whenever i came over she treated me like family.

"hey boo!" she said turning around to see me. "awe you so grown now, i would give you a hug but" and she lifted up her wet soapy hands.

"it's okay." i chuckled heading to the basement with the guys.

i saw everyone was here but me, making me suck my teeth at them. "fuck y'all niggas had a party wit out me or sum?"

"that shit sound like a tough ass song." tony shrugged.

"nah nigga we ain't have no party wit outchu, but let's have one with you. now where the bitches?" dante said cheesing at the last part.

"man if y'all on that shit imma dip, ian tryna be on no more friendly shit." i shrugged.

i already know how noelle sensitive ass get, ion need her assuming im on weird shit especially since she wit that hoe friend of hers, rythm or sum shit like that.

"man all you niggas in situation ships, i been tryn go to the strip all week." fats spoke truthfully.

"nigga stop lying you been layed up wit jream, it's all over dem shaderoom pages and shit." i told him.

"yeah i saw that shit too, jream fishy ass." dante said mumbling the last part.

"i heard you nigga, and ain't shit wrong wit ha tho. just got a ghetto ass name." fats shrugged. "but you know, pussy is pussy." he chuckled to himself holding his hand out for us to dap him up.

he pretended like he was going to scratch his neck once we all left him hanging, not dapping him up.

"aye you niggas steady talkin bout me, y'all ain't been getting none i bet." he said looking to us.