SHA ||Nba Youngboy

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Skylar POV

As we headed inside the club I was dancing to what ever music that was playin' I had already got fried before driving here. I seen Kiaria looking at me and shaking her head I rolled my eyes and head to the bar.

Kiaria POV

I watched Sky walk off somewhere so I tried followin' her ass so she wouldn't get hurt. Once I found her at the bar I decide to get something to drink too.

"Can I get a coke please," I asked.

"Why you not drinkin ma," some random dude ask me.

"I am drinkin' ," I said as I raised my coke turning around bout to leave.

"Stupid ass bitch," he mumbled.

"Who the fuck do-,"

"Ahhhhh It's NBA Young boy,"

Sky grabbed my arm pulling me and yelling" Bitch , come on NBA Youngboy here."

"Who is that?, NBA what?" I asked hella fuckin confused.

Youngboy POV

Before me and my crew could enter da club somebody yelled my name and erbody came runnin up to meh. I was smilin' hard noddin' at them. I was finna to walk to a private area at da club until da DJ called out my name.

"Come on NBA preform a song for yah fans."

I hopped on stage and started preforming.

My bro, my bro
That nigga my homie
Count money, fuck hoes
Make sure you get money
We laugh, we joke, 'cause all the opps funny
Put that on God, man, these niggas don't want no smoke
No smoke, no smoke, you niggas don't want it
I can't go, won't go, won't leave my mama lonely
No smoke, no smoke but we die 'bout that money
No smoke, no smoke, you niggas don't want it

I heard these niggas want smoke (want smoke), they better pull up with a hunnid (a hunnid)
Yeah, we want all the smoke (yeah), I walk around with it on me
Draco protect me, you ain't taking nothing
Boy, you can try me, you know I'ma burn ya
Quick to come to it we ain't never running
These niggas hating, they mad bout something 

Kiaria POV

Drop one, one down and we gone kill 'em all
Shoot you and your boy and whoever around
Try get away and we gone run 'em down
He get back up, been knocking him down
When you say my name, nigga, be specific
You know how we living, that ain't how you living
If you go to tripping, get hit with the glizzy
Ain't no hesitation, 

This lame ass song, I thought to my self as I walked out the club. I didn't even know where Sky was I lost her after they said that NBA nigga was gone preform.

I was outside smoking some weed. Checking the time and to see if Sky would text me.

5 minutes had past and I was half done with my weed.

"Nigga that was hella fun." A dark skin nigga said laughing.

"Come on Ben we gotta head out before dem girls find us."

"Um Trell I think one of dem did." I guess Ben said. They turn to look at me and the tall one walked up to me.

"You want a picture ma, or an autograph." He asked.

"For what, who are you?"

Young boy POV

"For what, who are you?" Dis thick, fine ass girl asked.

Ben came up to her talkin bout, "You don't know who he is, shawty have you been livin' under a rock or you ain't got no Wi-Fi."

I laughed and said "My name  Kentrell but I'm know as NBA Young boy.

"Oh you that nigga that was preforming, lame.....,"

"What you say?," I asked her cuz she started to mumble.Just as she was about to say somethin' she  got interrupted.

"Riiiii-Riiii come one I wanna go home," yelled this other girl who was drunk and fried. Shawty was bad too.

Da girl who me and Ben was talking to ran to the other girl and dey both got in a car.

So ne and Ben head back to my crib to smoke and talk about shawty we met after the performance at da club.