Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
A'keem Quince 📍🌑SOME UNDERGROUND GARAGE.
"Y'all ahh bout funny ah hell"
The trap was out on some pop-out shiz and frl frl I wasn't fuckin wit it.
Zay--Shawt been on a nigga mind since I saw ah sexy ass. I've been meaning to text ha but some shit always cockblockin.
"Wassup keem" Cornell said as he came over and dapped me up before leaning on my car. In his hands, he was just getting done making a decent blunt.
I nodded at him lookin over at em, he been quiet as hell since the cookout when usually he was always the nigga that got sum to say.
"You straight?" I took a pull from a blunt that's been drowning in my hands since shit...
"Needa get faded," he shrugged, lighting up and taking a pull from"Whole bunch ah hoe shi going on." It stayed quiet between us for a little minute besides the echoed music and voices of other people talking.
Missing the fuck out that lil girl.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Zaya Lester 📍HOME
"Boy, quit moving your hand!!" I screamed at Kayden, who was doing the most. He was live and trying to read the comments with the hand I was using.
Mimi and Laii were in the kitchen making ro-tel dip and Syncee was taking pictures in my nail room mirror.
We had a little sleepover planned since ain't nobody was doing nun.
Call us too grown but hell not working get boring as fuck.
"We should go to Six Flags or sum" Syncee came back to the mail desk sitting at the free rolling chair.
