"Who is that" jayda asked her older friend kayla looking at the tall brown male
"Girl dayvon he's grown asf like 22 why" she laughed knowing her younger friend jayda found her step brother attractive I mean who wouldn't it's von
"Who shawty" von a...
Jayda cheaves February, 18, 2023 Location: kentrell's home 📍
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Jayda: your a joke your still going your not getting true so stop calling me off different numbers damn I laughed at von over the phone he called trying to be all sweet once I said no he turned in to grandson
Von: you letting that bitch ass Nigga see my baby but you can even give her to me bitch you a hoe ima kill you
Jayda: yea you said it all before I'm not scared of you nomore Nigga I don't trust you with my baby I can't even trust you with my own life fuck makes you think you getting my baby and try something ima have kentrell shoot you bitch she got a dad bye I said hanging up
I looked over seeing kentrell side eyeing me smirking with sleeping true on his chest
Jayda: what
Kentrell: I can shoot 'em he laughed which caused me to laugh
Jayda: no trigger happy you promised you wouldn't
Kentrell: Ight ma but you know I do gotta pay a visit right he shot my best friend ma and ion even know if he gon wake up
Jayda: I know I just don't want you getting hurt trell
Kentrell: you know who you talking to I beat yo baby daddy ass before a while ago and dude almost got popped I'm not scared of him or them niggas he be wit
I was kinda surprised von got beat up and almost shot by him I wouldn't think nobody would cross von like that
But kentrell not just anybody after all
Jayda: please just don't kill him
Kentrell: you still love him
Jayda: you still love Kema
Kentrell: that hoe dead to me but you ain't gotta awnser I know you do he said laying true in the baby bed he got and set up by the bed after he walked out
I noticed he wasn't how people made him seen he was actually a sweetheart and a little shy but he can be mean when the inner him come out I seen it myself
The difference between von and kentrell von didn't know how to control himself he would lash out and don't care now kentrell knows how to control himself
That was something I liked about him I slowly grew feelings for kentrell and lost some for von
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I sat at the table thinking what I wanted to do I genuinely meant what I said to jayda I wasn't gonna kill him for true benefit and jayda heart if I kill him she would hate me
I'm not that cruel I mean I am but not to somebody I'm growing feelings for I don't let people in and I let her and she let me in so I'm not gonna fuck up something good In my crazy ass life
Kentrell: stretch booka stomp Durk don't kill him tho make sure to put booka in a coma or 8 shots make sure y'all use the green laser I got something in mind I smiled
Ben: we doing all this tonight
Kentrell: if I don't do it today something tell me he got something coming for me
Kd: yall need to stop fucking the same girl child he laughed
Jeffrey: it's not the time for yo gay moments you always do it at the wrong time Nigga shut like the rest of em
Kd: my bad lil boy he said rolling his eyes
I couldn't help to laugh
Kentrell: nah fr tho get that shit done I gotta hit the studio I said getting up
I got in my car smiling at my plan I want him to be sick when I'm done with him then ima get his baby momma of his first daughter pregnant later in the year
Once I got in the booth i sparked my wood putting the head set on feeling top come out
Pipe that shit up, TnT) (Ayo, Dzimi got the sauce, boy) Finna rob 'em, bring the pallbearer, finna the burn 'em You already know, finna burn 'em (Yeah, yeah)
[Chorus] Dump shit, you know that I'm walking with it on me I say stomp him, then that's when they stepping on your homie I say stretch him, catch me murder walking then I bang Put you next to them, whip down, draw down on you, what you saying? This no facade, we up the rod, we known to send shit up to God You say it's war, I do your ass just like I done them fucking boys Hold on say, why they tryna play like Top ain't raw Been up inside, beef for some years but still ain't dead, he in his foreign car PTR on me, looking like this bitch a sewing saw Son say in my passenger seat just like a pornstar Murder gang, two handles on that .223 like devil horns Call the police, don't call the reverend phone (Fuck that boy) Bah-bah-bah, he already dead, yeah (He already dead) Caught that nigga fumbling then they did him bad (Bad, bad) Gang baby, had to fight in jail in different parishes Check off shit with PayPals with certain assassins His family know we stepped on him, I wish I could spit in his casket Fuck him, I been thuggin', and bet nan' one of you bitches still gon' touch me This shit ain't pretty since I came in, it been ugly I whip out my blicky, tell my bitch just for to kiss it if she love me
[Chorus] Dump shit, you know that I'm walking with it on me I say stomp him, then that's when they stepping on your homie I say stretch him, catch me murder walking then I bang Put you next to them, whip down, draw down on you, what you saying? Dump shit, you know that I'm walking with it on me I say stomp him, then that's when they stepping on your homie I say stretch him, catch me murder walking then I bang Put you next to them, whip down, draw down on you, what you saying? [Verse 2] Hold on, stop the static, yeah, slang that ratchet Wait outside his home and put shit up the fastest And just in case some shit get hectic, the FN tactic You know them hollows coming through shit soon as I blast it I say this a murder zone, right here where my granddad home Make sure that I got "Gravedigger" engraved in my tombstone Them pistols beating up off a beat, since he wanna make a song Tell him I'm that same nigga with holes in my shoes walkin' around Fuck it, we gon' knock him down Green dot, millionaire up in the Cutlass and this bitch not T top Jumping out that gang mobile, it smell like reefer I am not no rapper, I'm your fucking teacher Bloody nigga, walk in cocaine white tryna turn up the meter Talk your shit, you gon' lose your life the same day I meet you This that real right shit can't keep cool say 5 soon as I swung that heater This that hitchhike shit, pallbearers bring him out, drag him to the reaper
[Chorus] Dump shit, you know that I'm walking with it on me I say stomp him, then that's when they stepping on your homie I say stretch him, catch me murder walking then I bang Pushing next to them, whip down, draw down on you, what you saying? Dump shit, you know that I'm walking with it on me I say stomp him, then that's when they stepping on your homie I say stretch him, catch me murder walking then I bang Pushing next to them, whip down, draw down on you, what you saying?
