ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ᴅᴏᴛꜱᴏɴ
📍: ᴀᴛʟᴀɴᴛᴀ, ɢᴀ.
"After Sunday, I'll be back in Houston for a few days. I could order the fit and have it be sent to you when I put it together" I told Herb.
"Mane foenem yo ass always out of town somewhere shit, need to sit yo ass down" he said, laughing.
"You know I can't stop. Trynna run a billion up until my ankle pop"
"Damn have u even touched a Milly?? Trynna hit a Billy"
"I hit a milly years ago, that's why I'm trynna run a milly up"
"Damn foenem, u rich rich. I'm trynna be like you when I grow up"
"Nawl I'm trynna be like you, finna start rapping on the side I'll prolly get a Billy faster"
He laughed. "Prolly twin, I know u got a flight to catch so ima let u go"
"Ight. Ima hit yo line when your fit put together"
"Bet fasho" he said, I hung up.
My flight ain't till tonight. I got so many styles I gotta do before next week, lordddd that birthday trip wasn't long enough.
Rolling Loud tmr with Key, Lyssa Friday, Savage Saturday, Sett again Sunday, Back at work till Wednesday. OUUU YALL I FORGOT. I gotta anonymous client, call was a lil weird but we finna see how this shit go. But that's Thursday.
Only reason I be actually in person, is so I can see how it look in person and if it don't look right I have second options but with Sett, that basic fit was perfect.
With Herb, I know how he is so ima just order his shit, and send it to him. Ima send two just in case.
They make it easier for me when they let me freestyle them, majority of them lemme freestyle.
My business phone rung, I answered.
"Thank you for calling Coochie Palace. I'm Story and I'll be your service, how can I help u?" I answered, laughing.
"I need my hair retwisted" I heard, hearing Nudy voice. "And I'll like to pay for the coochie palace too"
"Sorry, I don't do Retwists no more" I said, rolling my eyes.
"Stop playing, Ian trynna fuck deadass"
"Why u ain't call my main phone?"
"You got me blocked dumbass"
"U finna get blocked off this phone too dirty dick"
"My shit ain't dirty"
"Mhmm. Is it clean??"
"No"
"We will discuss ur price when u get here" I said, eating my salad looking at my schedule.
I'm the only person Quantavious trust to do his hair, sadly. I should cut these bitches out his head, but I'm nice now.
"Drop the lo"
"Meet me at True salon in 30"
"Ight"
