Summer
"Why u in New York?" Dave asked me.
"Huh?" I said trying to play dumb.
"Bring yo ass on" he said pulling me to his lil section and it was hell of niggas and bitches in his section.
Shit my high ass ain't even see him, his ass was next to our section.
"Bitch Ian see him over here" Nikki said.
"Bitch I didn't either" Winter said making her eyes wide to make sure she her vision was okay.
"He got all these damn folks, no wonder why we ain't see him" autumn said.
This nigga had Nas, Kevin Gates, Trouble, TI, Jacquees, Nipsey Hussle, Gucci Mane, Roddy Ricch, and Meek Mills in his section and a bunch of random hoes.
(Nipsey is alive in this book, don't worry I'm not killing him off in my book like other folks)
"Damn, who this dave?" Nas asked him.
"Off limits is her name" he said back.
"I'm Summer" I said rolling my eyes at Dave.
"Ohh you the one from that Instagram post that made his ass mad as hell" Nipsey said and shook my hand and cut his eyes at me.
"Yup thats me" I said laughing.
"Oh u Lil Durk baby momma" Trouble said.
"Sadly" I said laughing.
"Who the rest of these fine ass ladies?" Meek asked.
"Her twin sister and bestfriend" Dave said then he sat down on the couch and pulled me down to sit on him.
My sisters and Nikki talked to his homies.
Dave grabbed my thigh and squeezed it tight.
"So who the fuck took the pictures?" He whispered to me in my ear.
"Don't start this shit tonight Dave, u blowing my high" I told him trying to get up and he grabbed me by my throat.
"Sit the fuck back down, who the hell told u to hang up in my face too?" He asked.
"Bruh really? We gotta do this right now?" I asked him.
"Ight then, we gon talk later. And u better not fucking lie to me" he said taking his hand off my throat.
He sipped his henny on the rocks and smoked a blunt.
We got up and stood up like everybody else.
"Oh my god this my song!" I said when I heard the beat.
"Shawty made that ass clap, she don't need no applause
High fashion like Goyard
G-Wagen or the Rover?
I put some ice on you 'cause you got a cold heart
I know I gotta keep my shawty on go, go, go
Drop that ass to the floor-floor, yeah
Ahh, woah
You ain't gotta deal with none of these niggas no more" I sung and grinded on Dave.
"If we hop in the Benz is that okay?
Is it okay if I call you my Prada bae?
I ain't no player, I just got a lot of baes
But let me tell you, I like you a lot, bae
I wanna start at the top and the bottom, bae
Know you want the shoe with the red on the bottom, bae
You know I like when you ride at the top, bae" the whole club sung together with the music.
