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"Man, that mufuckin crazy story going up. You got almost a mili onnat bitch!" Durk said looking at the song Von dropped two weeks ago. It had the streets going crazy. After the city heard his first ever song problems two years ago, they was just waiting for Von to drop some heat. Crazy story was the heat they was waiting on.
"I know gang," Von said squinting at his text messages trying to figure out what was taking Yuri so long to text back, if he texted her at 9:02 she should've texted back at 9:02:01. It wasn't rocket science. "I got Azae to film my shit, I just done know when ima film dat bitch."
"Do it this weekend shit, what you on?" Durk said pushing back from the soundboard in his rolling chair. Chop laying right by Dayvon's feet. The way Chop was attached to Dayvon and vice versa was crazy. They couldn't do anything without each other.
"I was jus' thinkin' about that shit folks, you read my mind."
"Hell yea," Durk mumbled before continuing, "how that movin' in shit goin' with Yuri? I know you said you asked ha and shit."
"Ion even know," Von sucked his teeth sitting his phone face down in his lap, "she tweakin' and shit talm bout she feel like it's too soon or whateva and she'on wan' fuck shit up like she don't know we locked in."
"Ion think she tweakin' twin," Durk laughed, "I think she jus' tryna build y'all relationship up fa allat. Cause nigga yo ass bipolar as hell."
"Shut yo ass up," Dayvon mugged picking up his phone scrolling through his Instagram feed he saw a post from Yuri a couple of hours ago. Of some pictures she had already sent him, but she was still looking the prettiest to him.
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