𝐊𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞.

𝐓𝐞𝐧.

So you know what I do?

I turned the car and drove inches in front of him before hitting the breaks causing the car to stop.

" YO, YOU ALMOST HIT ME." Israel yelled.

eL oH eL.

He mad.

Welp. We both gone be some mad muhfuckas.

He walks over to the drivers door about to repeat his self before I rolled down my window to stop him.

"My bad. I didn't see you." I said. Smiling.

Lmaooo.

"How uan see me?" He asked with a straight face.

"I lied. I did see you, see what I did there? We both lied."

"Ian lie about shit." He said walking back to his house.

I got out the car following right behind him.

"SO YOU WASNT WITH THAT BITCH YESTERDAY ISRAEL?" I asked getting loud.

"Manne, I already told you. I wasn't with nobody." He lied walking into the house.

I followed in behind him and closed the door behind me.

Nobody was here except him and me.

"So what is this?" I asked him showing him the pictures.

"That's not me." he said looking at the picture.

"So this not you?" I showed him a different picture from a different angle.

"Nah. That's not me." He lied.

I slapped the FUCKKKKKKKKKK outta him, and left. Cause what is you lying for?

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When I got home Ian do shit but bother Angelo all day.

But that's my job as his bestest friend ever.

I am currently bored so imma just go on insta for a min.

𝗝.𝗶𝘀𝗿𝗮𝗲𝗹

𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝗰𝗼𝗰𝗸𝗯𝘂𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿300 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴.
𝗝.𝗶𝘀𝗿𝗮𝗲𝗹:💙.
                   𝘃𝗲𝗶𝘄 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀.

That's the same bitch he swore he wasn't with-

You kno whattt.

𝗞𝘂𝗹𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲𝗸