{Bashar}
~Trap~
||5:34 P.M||
-Monday-
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I give no fucks right now. Just smoke these last 4 blunts and head home just to smoke another 4.
"MJ still back there?" Kimo asked sitting down on the couch.
I nodded looking at the ceiling.
Loud music came from outside.
I looked around the room, then we all hoped up going outside.
"Ayooo whats wit the new ride cuz?" DeonTre asked. JB had dis freaking new whip and that shit was fye as fuck.
"My brother just got dis bitch for me last week" he pointed out while I threw him a blunt.
"Homie you gotta take us for ah-
Rico got cut off.
"Everybody get down now!" Everybody looked to the left at the road seeing 4 police cars.
"What the fuck-
"Get on your knees now!" That white ass cop commanded.
"Damn bro-we bout to die" Dillion pointed out while we all put our hands on the top of our head getting on our knees, no gay shit.
"Just don't do none bro" Pimp commanded.
"Nigga even if we didn't do none they still gone shoot us"
"Bashar Jackson your under arrest for 1st degree murder"
Hold on.
They picked me up trying to cuff my hands.
"Nigga what?"
Another cop roughly put my hands behind my back cuffing em.
"Ayo what the fuck?!" DeonTre yelled.
"Homie what the hell you talm bout?!" I asked.
MJ walked out the house in his underwear wiping his mouth...lil nasty ass.
"Yo what the fuck-y'all got it twisted!" Dillion added.
"Man what y'all talm bout-?!"
"Anything you say will be used against you in court-
"Shut yo fat ass up and tell me what you talm bout!"
