Crazy Shit
So here I am hanging out with these crazy motherfuckers. We are drinking and smoking in Holland Park, and somehow the conversation turns to buying a qp. So I tell him I could get a qp of dro from my boy Burry. The same guy that hooked up an O last time. Then he asks if I want to buy a pistol from him. Weird huh? The conversation then turns. Then, thirty minutes later, some guy I used to smoke with calls me up cuz Teezy called him on my phone and just straight up asks, are these niggas gonna rob me? And all I could say is hell, I don't know. So then I ask, are they fixin to rob me? And he says, You don't drive a truck and sell droe do you? No I do not, but I know who he is talking about. And so I just get up and leave those motherfuckers at the pool. I think I owe kevin a lot of thanks and Teezy and Elliot an assbeating. Lesson here kids, don't get mixed up with the wrong crowd and don't do drugs.