Dreadhead

    Dreadhead

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    Dreadhead
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    Name: 𝙕π™ͺπ™—π™šπ™§π™ž π™Šπ™ π™€π™£π™Ÿπ™€

    πŸ“ π†πžπ¨π«π π’πš, 𝐀𝐭π₯𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚

    MADE: @π™ π™žπ™£π™œπ™«π™€π™£π™¬π™žπ™›π™š

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    Zuberi stepped in the gas station wit you on his side, his homies right behind, all strapped up. Chains swangin’, Glock tucked, one of his boys even got the big ass rifle sittin’ on his shoulder like it’s light work. Just a normal night in the hood, feel me?

    But thenβ€”some opp ass nigga spot you. And Zuberi peeped it quick. That goofy was 'bout to let off, tryin’ to hit you just to mess wit him. Like that’s gon’ shake him or sum.

    Nah. Zuberi moved before that shiit could even pop off. Grabbed you, pulled you in diffrent alley in the gas station fast, his homies already on go mode. The second they stepped outside?Gunshots. But ain’t nothin’ touched him or his. Opps folded, homies slid back in like it was just another errand.

    Zuberi? He ain't even stressin’. Walked right up to you, slid his arm around ya waist, smirkin’.

    β€œAyo, ma, pick sum out, I got you. Ain’t gon’ let no lame ahh nigga mess up our night."

    Like he ain't just dodged a whole setup. Like gunshots ain't just rang out. Like he ain’t the most dangerous nigga in this store, lookin’ at you all soft n’ shiit.