*2 weeks later*
Zye P.O.V
Tonight me & the guys goin to this block party. I heard it was gone be live as fuck. & by the guys, i mean me, X, The twins, & Tristan. We gone walk up in their like We dem boys cause we really is. YRN's (Young Rich Niqqas) we dope.
Tristan P.O.V.
Party tonight. Gotta be fly. "I hope you gone let them hoes know that you taken tonight." Neya said. "Girl, you know you my bay-bee!" i say grabbin & kissin her. "I know, but you betta act like it tonight." she said back. "You know i love you but i gotta go find my fit & get in the shower." i say slappin her ass. "Okay, i love you too." she said. "Girl, you know you my TinkTink." i say walkin upstairs. "W/e!" she yelled back. I go hook my phone up to the speaker & blast my Tyga playlist. This niqqa so dope. Realest rapper ever frl tho. Im in the shower & my mf burner come on.
"Im rollin up that gold thang, these bitches at the door mane.
She givin up that domain, dont give my number, she know the name.
This king shit, be my game. Aint got a niqqa, her ex lame.
She usually dont do this, tonight she gone fuck me.
I beat it up, that pussy. That wet wet in my 2 seater.
Her nails done, her hair did im bouta mess up all of it.
Just dont say another word, wanna talk just use your tongue.
R-Roll over give daddy some. Im gone cum, you gone cum like."
Damn this my shit! I get out the shower to put on my fit. I think im finna wear my rock revival jeans, red True religion V-Neck, & my red carmine j's. I look go as hell. Like always.
"Bae, take my picture." i say handin Neya my phone. She snap me a few pics. I get on instagram & post them. My caption was "Er'body wanna cop my swag, Slow down niqqas. Read the tags." My like be up there tho. Bitches know im sexy ✔. "Thanks baby." i say. "You Welcome." she said back.
X P.O.V.
"Young Rich Niqqa. She a stripper, naked dancer & she beggin me to wife her.
The first time i met luh mama she was a one-nighter.....
She dont wanna be a freak no more."
I said singin in the shower. A few mins later i get out. Im gone wear black my muscle tank, my rock jeans, & my oreo j's. Yea, i know. All my shit dope.
Zye P.O.V.
Ya niqqa gettin ready for the party. I got on red LA button down, black True's & my red T-Raww's, gold chains & black snapback. Im finna head over to Tristan crib so we can all get lit before the party.
Cj P.O.V.
What am i gone wear? I think ima wear my black short sleeve button down polo, rock jeans, & my tims. Had to add the gold chains. Me & twin matchin he just got on red polo, rock jeans, & tims & gold chains. We look A1! No doubt shawty. Now we on our way to T crib to smoke.
*@ the party*
We all high as fuck. We look fresh as fuck walkin thru there like we millionaires. Lhh. Shit we might as well be. We gettin all stares & shit. I aint gone lie, its sum bad bitches in here, then its sum ratchet bitches too. They betta not look my way real talk. But i cant get too happy @ this party cause me & Bre....yea. We together. Idk its complicated & plus you know she pregnant.
Zye P.O.V.
Yep, single shit. No more Tyti. & I see hella bad bitches in the room. Matter of fact, i see this chick with a bomb ass body with a short ass, sexy ass dress on. I go over to her & get behind her & dance. I got in her ear, "You bad ma, whats yo name?" she smiled & turned around & said in ny ear , "Joyia, whats your name?" she asked. "Zye." i say back. She danced on me all nite. She mite have been a lub tipsy but she bad tho. I mite have to cuff her, slight work niqqa. Slight work. The boys doin them & im doin me cakin w. Joyia fine ass. Ima get her.
Tay P.O.V.
Little do the guys know, while they out @ that party, we goin downtown. We cant just let them have fun. So we dressed & lookin cute w. our fits & heels on. We goin to club Venue. We not lettin nobody fuck up our vibe either.
Trinity P.O.V.
*@ the club*
We got bottles & shit. We rollin our hips, tipsy & shit. We cute, niqqas tryna holla & shit. lhh frl tho. I swore wasnt nun gone ruin my vibe but i look over & see Trey starin @ me. Omg will he leave me alone? Build a damn bridge & get over that bitch! Frl, stuck ass niqqa. So i turn back around & keep dancin.
Neya P.O.V.
We cute. Not worryin bout the otha bitches in here. We aint checkin for no niqqas eitha cause we all taken. I mean i know we bad as sum 3 year olds, lhh, but yall cant have us!
Trinity P.O.V.
Dancin & havin a good ass time. We go to the bathroom to do what ladies do. We come back to our booth to see sombody that changes Tay's mood. Yep, the one & only Santana.
Tay P.O.V.
Oh lord, Santana here. He standin here waitin for me too say sum. "What Santana?" i asked w. an attitude. "C'mon Tay, cut the attitude girl, you know you miss me, you dont gotta stunt in front of yo home girls." he said grabbin my hips. "Santana stop! Im taken. Damn, we not together no more, so just leave me alone." i say pushin his hands off. "Ight Tay, be like that ma. You gone want me sooner or later. Crazy thing is, idgaf if you got a niqqa or not. W/e ma. You got my number." he said walkin away. "Ugh, he make my ass itch!" i said rollin my eyes. "Girl, fuck em! Fuck em! Fuck him! We dem bitches!" Neya yelled w. middle fingers in the air. She plays all day. Im thinkin about tellin Slim about it when i get home. Or maybe i shouldnt. Idk. I need to think this out.