*meets some street nikkas at a gas station*
*eyes one of em so I try to holla thru one of his homeboys*
*gets one of they numbers lowkey has a crush on my weedman*
*hits up plug from time to time to get a free LOUD blunt but just to blow it down with him & not to fukk his money up*
"wants the guy # i was eying but his paranoid ass nikka says I cant give u his number, I gotta get it for you".*
*thinks Why?!! I ain't gon rob the nikka damn I can't jus get a blunt?! *
*nikka like Ioon no you like dat*
It's so hard to come across a reliable, consistent weed man these days, damn
*All our conversations start off like this . Him: "Yoo" Me: "wyd" Him: "not shyt baby, trappin , wyd "*
*gets mad & tells him cant live that fastlife foreva then he takes me shopping at the mall now im happy*
*riding round the hood with my bae while he traps,all his lil hood boogas be breaking they necks,screw facing & shyt, thinks to myself bytch u mad? ツ*
.reminds me of somebody i know son