"FOOMP, FOOMP, FOOMP!" Chauncey made a gun with his fingers and puffed his chest.
"Who the fuck you gone bust rounds at?" Tonio looked at him crazy. "Knock you in yo shit."
"Who you gone knock in they shit?" Squirrel asked in the same tone.
"Boom boom, boom boom boom. Knock yo dumb ass out." Chauncey jumped and pointed with every word.
"Who the fuck y'all gone knock out?"
"Squirrel get a lil sidekick and lose his top." Pj chuckled.
"Pj just mad cause we used to be close." Squirrel looked back and spoke to Chauncey. "He want me back but it's okay cause it's enough me to go round."
"Who the fuck is mad?" He frowned.
"Youu!" They laughed at his ass.
"Soulja boy tell em." Chauncey and Squirrel sung in unison.
sorry y'all im so bored LMFAOOO.
"Y'all play too fuckin much." Daja rolled her eyes. "Tell me who the bitch is. I'll beat her ass my damn self."
"Aye. I was thinking." Los spoke up after being quiet this whole time. "Why we don't send Chauncey?
"That's smartttt. She don't know bout him." Nay pointed out.
"But Chauncey so slow he gone say something stupid." Daja added.
"Shut up ian gone say nothing stupid."
"Wait we doing this over time o-"
"Fuck no. I want this bitch dead today." I spoke up cutting Pj off.
"Who the girl man? Ian talkin to no ugly bitches."
"She ain't ugly cuh. Her Instagram is underscore S-A-"
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"Where this bitch at yo?" I frowned, turning the corner, looking around for this bitch from the front seat.
"I hope Chauncey ain't doing nothing dumb." Tonio sighed.
"Man ian think the hoe a be this airheaded." Los shook his head. "Nigga flash some money in her face and her legs wide open. Fake ass city girls."
"These hoes a do anything for the dick. Just sadddd." Squirrel shook his head.
"Why the fuck you even came?" I looked back at him.
"Why you being mean? I can't go places now?"
"You'on needa be around." I mugged him.
"Dawg I'm tryna help out. That's my big sis." He frowned.
"It don't matter, find another way to help. Should've stayed at the hospital with her ass."
"Oka-"
"Squirrel just stop. You already know he ain't in his right mind."
"Bitch my mind right. Shut up." I frowned at Kris and turned back around to the front, looking out the window.
It got quiet in the car and we all sat in silence. No music or nothing.
Personally, I hated the shit. Music could take my mind away from everything I was thinking.
I just couldn't help but think this shit was my fault. That everything fell back on me.
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