azlea😤
june 4, 2019
i walked back into the house with one of my friends from school.
one more bitch ass day and summer finally begins.
"my nîgga you fuck every bitch you see ion know what you talm bout." i said to chris as i unlocked the door.
"fuck you mean? ian fuck you yet. so technically i haven't fucked every bitch." he said.
"well dats cause ian a bitch and i'm not fuckable." i replied back throwing the keys on the table.
"and yet? nigga try never yeen fucking me, that's on gang."
"what gang emily? the kkk?" we both started cracking up.
"first of all you know damn well ian white and my name ain't emily. chris take you goofy ass out." i laughed pointing at the door.
polo was leaning on the wall, "yeah chris, take yo goofy ass out."
"polo mane i was playing." i said shaking my head.
"well i ain't. who dis nigga?"
"damn, dis my friend. you acting like dis yo house and i can't bring mfs in." i replied.
"well you can't bring niggas in hea."
"you in my house. same wit duckio, wooski and da rest of them fat ass niggas. eating up all my mf food."
he was mugging df out of me. "yo! your music fye no cap, lemme get a feature."
i looked at chris crazy. "chris you know damn well you not a rapper."
"wait my nigga, you said what?" polo said like he was tryna put a puzzle together.
"yo music fye my nigga."
"i'm not yo nigga. but i swear the way you speaking and da way a nigga was texting is familiar as fuck to me."
oh hell fucking no.
"chris. uh maybe you should come by later?" i mumbled.
"why? i jus wanna chill wit you."
"we can chill later my nigga." i said through my teeth.
he looked down at me.
damn ian realize i was dis short.
"aye, bae. we chilling right now." he said.
"fuck you mean bae? she ain't yo girl." polo said and i nodded. "nigga we not dating."
"yes we is. you my girlfriend." chris said.
"okay see. you was the bitch ass nigga texting off azlea phone huh?" polo said moving closer to chris.
i jus wanted to sit down and watch netflix mane.
"i was fasho. ian know yo ass was really polo. i thought she was capping. you a cool nigga." he said.
"but i was a bitch ass nigga in dem text messages? fuck outta my face before i do you like dababy did that nigga in da sto." polo said mad.
ian neva seen polo this mad. he fine asf being all mad like choke me daddy🤧
"ion want no problems." chris said putting his hands up in surrender.
wooski problem solving ass came into the kitchen. "what's going on here? niggas tryna watch the lion king and y'all doing allat rah rah."
"this bitch ass nigga was talking allat shit on azlea phone." polo said.
"aye man, jus leave before mfs really turn up in hea. aight?" wooski said.
chris nodded leaving.
after i heard the door closed i mumbled. "scary ass nigga."
"how his ass just leave like that?" polo asked.
"mane it's the way wooski talk. if his ass told me to jump off a bridge i would." i said.
"what can i say." he said feeling himself.
i squished his cheeks. "aww wooski you so cute."
he slapped my hands away. "don't be touching my shit like dat. ian no baby."
"wooski stop. you my favourite." i said frowning.
"mane bring yo crybaby ass ova here." he rolled his eyes putting his arms out for a hug.
"i love yo ass wooski." i said.
"i luh you too lil sis."
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i believe i should get an award for my updating skills.
but anyways polo's & crystal's instagram stories today had me cracking up.
he dead pulled ha wig off 😭😭
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