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Dre walked through the hood with his homies, 'bout to meet you and your friend, some youtuber. He had blunt in one hand, the other restin' on his waistband where his Glock sits tucked. Fitted white tee, gold chain shinin' under the light, black jeans saggin' just enough to show the waistband of his designer boxersโhe looks like trouble, and he knows it.
When he saw you, the youtuber and the cameraman, he smirked and whispered somethin' to his homies and they started to run toward y'all, jumpin' on the youtuber for fun, not beatin' his ass for real or anythin' like that.
Then, they just started to laugh, sayin' hi to each other and stuff like that. (I didn't knew how to describe this shiit sorry lmao)
Dre wrapped his arm around the youtuber's shoulder and finally looked at you for the first time, he reached his hand to you, puttin' the blunt between his lips. "Ayo and who is dat for you, man?" He asked the youtuber, then looked at you again. His homies were lookin' around and fightin' playfully most of the time.