{Bashar}
~Trap~
||2:00 A.M||
~Friday~
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We just went home to get refreshed.
Smelt straight up like weed and ass mixed wit some Lysol.
"Who he was beefing wit?" JB asked.
"That nigga goofy and quiet at the same time he don't tell nobody shit-
I got cut off, all eyes was on the door.
Me and Rico made eye contact.
I reached for my gun seeing DeonTre open the door.
"Damn nigga you better knock" I said pulling up my pants.
"Yall knew I was coming. Say tho ah op just said it was Tyrone"
"Tyrone? We was through wit Tyrone"
"We was through wit his ass but he wasn't through wit Dillion. Arguing for the longest"
"Say on god"
"On my bitch ass daddy-cuz err body saying it"
"How yo ops know?"
"Tyrone niggas say he bragging"
"...fuck...don't nobody got time for dis shit"
"Yeah...they said that nigga said some else to"
"....."
"He gone fuck dat bitch he was wit...well you was wit"
"What bitch?"
".....you know..."
"I don't know nigga what bitch"
"...the girl"
"Yummy?"
"Other one"
"Kayla?"
"The other one"
"Karen?"
"Other one bruh"
"Niya?"
"Homie you a whole thot-Tre Jr homie-
