Yatta's POV

"Fuck them suckaz! Who the fuck Yatta think he foolin!" I watched Yase's video that he posted on his page. Everyone and they mama kept tagging me in it.

I shook my head at this nigga. He really had to take this shit to social media, knowing that everyone would be all up in our business now. I'm not the type to talk shit over the internet, so if he really bout it then he can see me in person.

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I don't know what I did to blood to make him so angry, but I was fashoo gonna start shitting on him with all this heat I've been dropping.
Me and gang was in the stu cooking up some hot shit, then I looked up to see Yase walk through the doors with his new people's.

I quickly took my headphones off and walked up to him. "Wassup nigga? You walking up in here like you want some problems!" I spoke cause he just stood there with a dumb smirk on his face.

"I just came to see my folks." He looked around.

"These ain't yo peoples nigga." I sized him up. He got a lotta nerve to say fuck all of us then come in here like we cool. "You said fuck us so it's fuck you too."

He chuckled. "Yeah, it is fuck y'all."

"Are you confused nigga? Get the fuck out this damn studio, mayne." I'm pissed off.

"Ight, do yo thing blood." He nodded.

"Fashoo, I'll keep shittin on you."

"You ain't shitting on me, lil nigga." He laughed.

"Who the fuck you think you foolin? Get on, blood."

His smirk dropped. "Best watch yo back." He sized me up.

I shrugged. "Bet. If something happens to me my peoples know who to come for."

"Fuck suckaz!" He walked off with his gang.

"Yeah, ight." I spoke before getting back into the booth. He really on some weird nigga shit.

"You fuckin play too much!" Mamé yelled as I started tickling her. She was going all crazy and shit, almost kicked me in my dick so I stopped. I started kissing on her cheek then soon met her lips before she pulled away.

"What are we? Because I'm not about to be your fuck buddy." She looked me in the eye.

"Shit, I was waiting on you. I wanna get back together, I thought you wasn't having it though." I pecked her lips.

"Boy you know I can't leave you alone." She kissed me again.

"Yea, I know." I smirked and she rolled her eyes.

She looked down at her phone then sighed. "I gotta go to work now, so I'll see you later." She stood up and grabbed her things.

I stood up with her and grabbed her hand. "I'll drop you off." She led she way and we were out the door.
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"I fuck with Richmond." Me and the gang were at this party out here. It was hella hot and there were so many people up in this bitch. All these niggas were getting hyphy to some Mac Dre.

I left my gang and went to the bar to get a drink. I looked over at shorty next to me, she looked dead. She was in a slumped position with her head hanging low.

I chuckled as I looked at her, paying for my drink. "You good shorty?" I tapped her and she panicked and looked up at me.

She slowly shook her head as she looked at me. "No."

"Had too much to drink?" I felt bad for laughing but she really looked dead.

"I think someone put something in my drink and my friends ditched me." Her voice was so low so I had to move closer to hear what she was saying.

"Damn, that's fucked up."

"Could you please take me home? I can pay you and all I just can't stay here any longer."

Look what the hell I got myself into. I didn't wanna be mean and say no because who knows what could happen to her if I don't give her a ride. I thought about it for a while before agreeing. It was going on 2 anyway so I should be heading home now. I told the gang I was out and led the way to my car. I helped her into the car and she put her address into my maps.

We were on our way there until all of a sudden she had to throw up. I wasn't bout to fuck my new car up, so I wasted no time pulling over and letting her relieve herself.

"You done?" This bitch been throwing up for too damn long now.

"Hold on." She was making the most disgusting noises ever.

I sighed and sat back in my seat. I quickly sat back up when I remembered I didn't know where the hell I was. Niggas could catch me slipping at any moment.

On Cork, I started to get a very bad feeling about this when some car turned down the same street we were on. Driving all slow and shit, so I gripped on my gun just in case they tried some fuck shit.

Them niggas sped up and once I saw that glock point out the window, I pulled out my strap out and started shooting back, trying to protect myself in the process.

"Fuck!" I yelled as I clenched onto my arm.
The gun flipped out my hand so now I was strapless and one arm was done.

I caught another to my chest which made my whole body twitch, causing me to bang my head on the glass window and it shattered on me. I started breathing heaving and I felt as if my airways were closing up and very soon, my mind went blank.
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