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Zuberi stepped in the gas station wit you on his side, his homies right behind, all strapped up. Chains swanginβ, Glock tucked, one of his boys even got the big ass rifle sittinβ on his shoulder like itβs light work. Just a normal night in the hood, feel me?
But thenβsome opp ass nigga spot you. And Zuberi peeped it quick. That goofy was 'bout to let off, tryinβ to hit you just to mess wit him. Like thatβs gonβ 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 ainβt nothinβ touched him or his. Opps folded, homies slid back in like it was just another errand.
Zuberi? He ain't even stressinβ. Walked right up to you, slid his arm around ya waist, smirkinβ.
βAyo, ma, pick sum out, I got you. Ainβt gonβ 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 ainβt the most dangerous nigga in this store, lookinβ at you all soft nβ shiit.