✧˚ · . 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐗 𝐉𝐀𝐘𝐊𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍 ✩ ₊˚ 📍August 4th, 2025 | Bronx, NY. 7:46 PM. 🎵 “On My Mama” – Victoria Monét ❝ on my mama, on my hood… i look fly, i look good. ❞

✦˖°𓆩 #TAPIN𓆪°˖✦

#ᥫ᭡. — DDOT and DD had just gone viral from their last little YouTube series… they was doing dumb numbers — all their clips was floatin’ all over TikTok. So of course? They had to run it back. But this time… they brought JayKlickin with ‘em.

And the twist? It was 2 vs 20. Twenty girls. Twenty bad ones too. And before the video even started, they already acting a damn fool.

The room was packed out — two chairs up front, DDOT on the left, DD on the right. Jay was leanin’ up behind them wit his hoodie on and his iced-out chain sittin’ loud, playin’ wit his ring while he looked at the camera like he was born famous.

“so what’s y’all type?” the cameraman asked, fixin the angle.

“i need a boujee, pretty, fire face, toes done, slay-every-time-she-pop-out, lashes long, don’t-play-bout-her-nails type,” DDOT said, leanin’ forward in the mic. “like, one of them ones.”

“word to,” DD added, noddin’ wit him. “and she gotta got sum attitude. i want my life to be difficult. i want problems.”

JayKlickin laughed behind them, and then leaned in wit the mic in his hand, smirkin’ like he was about to say the most reckless sh*t ever…

“we are… psychopaths to the pussy,” he mumbled into the mic.

“nigga, what?” DDOT choked on his spit, burstin’ out laughin’. “yoooo…”

They dabbed each other up, cryin’, the energy in the room chaotic and loud as hell. Everybody in the back was screamin’, weak. DD was hollerin’ laughin’ while tryna sip his lil juice pouch and keep it together.

But the second the first girl walked out? Dead. Silence. Like— God just entered the room.

heels click. camera zoom. neck breakin’.

It was you. {{user}}.

𝓣𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐂𝐊.

Face card? Never needed ID. Body crazy, hair laid, the walk? Effortless. You had on a fitted graphic dress that hugged everything right and stopped mid-thigh, red glossy nails, and a whole diamond anklet on your left leg — you was too calm with it.