Slaughter King | DISCONTINUED

Sixteen

Eryn Lamia Santana | Lil E

"Why can't you keep your hands to yourself ?" Nudy asked as he carried me down the steps

"Why can't Harold stop lying ?"

"Y'all the new aged Ike and fucking Tina." Chevy butted in

"And he's Tina." I laughed

"Tina did get tired in that limo ya know." He pointed his finger

"Harold does love his life ya know." I winked

"Whatchu trying to say ? My nigga won't power up on your ass ?"

"No he won't because I'm just gonna fight even harder and we gon be fighting like two niggas from different sets." I shrugged "Nudy you can put me down."

"Are you gonna run up those stairs ?"

"No I'm not, I promise."

"Please don't cause this lil nigga here keep crying." Tip walked over with Duece

"Awe my baby." I grabbed him "Why did you take off his Hatian flag ?"

"Cause he don't need it."

"Yes he does, he 1K."

"God wrap your arms around that young girl." Chevy mumbled

"Shut up Toyota." I mugged him "Anyways, I'm leaving."

"Please, we don't got time to break up fights no more."

"Whatever, tell that nigga get his shit together before I do something he won't like."

"And what the fuck that's gon be ? Let me fucking know cause ane no nigga playing daddy to my fucking kid !" Harold stood at the top of the stairs

"Shut the fuck up." I stared at him "I ane stunting you nigga, fuck is you saying ? You green as fuck on my mama."

"Eryn you been trying me lately so give me a reason to really beat yo ass."

"Do it now playboy, please do." I set Deuce in his carseat "I done set MY child down."

"Fuck is you talking bout ? That's my child too."

"Fuck you, suck my dick. You wasn't even claiming him in them text messages so tell them bitches quit speaking on me before I kill them." I flicked him off

You not gon be dogging my son out in text messages then being fake in his face. My child will not be raised by a pussy nigga. I refuse to have that.

"Oh damn." Tip mumbled "Just come on and go to Toodie house."

"I aine going there."

"So where the fuck you going ? Eryn stop playing with me bruh." Harold started skipping down the steps

"Come close to me and my child and I'm finishing yo ass." I spoke buckling Deuce in his carseat "Y'all better get him."

"Harold just chill out bro." Chevy held him as I picked the carseat up

"Fuck you mean chill and she talking bout she finna run off with my son."