Then she won't answer her phone, need to get up out her feelings.
I pulled up to the menu.
"Welcome to chick-fil-a how many I help you?"
"Uh can I the number 4?"
"What would you like your sauce to be?"
"Shii- BBQ"
"What would you like to drink?"
"One of them strong ass sprites"
"That'll be $10.49" she said with a laugh.
"Ight"
Nawl for real fuck they be putting up in them sprites. That shit be having my mouth sizzling and shit.
My phone started ringing.
Dillion🔗
:what yo dumb ass want- :yooo tre-nigga ian dumb the smartest gangster nigga you know :what happened homie? :tre getting out early :on god :on my mama :how early? :2 more weeks cuz? probably :what you mean probably? :he had court last week and due to good behavior and shit he getting less time, shii couldnt be me id be in dah bitch acting up like a motherfucker :court? why i wasnt told bout dis shit? :brooklyn shit nigga :the fuck that gotta do with me not getting told bout this :the game thats in brooklyn the only ones that know, deon the one who told me :shiiii :know his sister bout to be happy as a motherfucker, aye speaking of his sister where she at? :i got that shit covered :oh then shii where you at im bored as fuck :chick-fil-a but when i drop dis food off we can go to a club or some shit :who you dropping food off to? :tre sister :man get me some- :to late i already done ordered :mannn :shut up hungry ass up :damn right im hungry motherfucker :go eat some ass or sum cuzzoh :dont even play me like that man homie i was fucking dis one bitch and she aint even do it right :you still payed her? :yeah man at least she tried she ain't know what she was doing :shiii :but ill meet you there homie :you dont even know which club we meeting at :******* nigga we always go there :oh true ight
