βoγ. π¦πΎππ π±ππ
ββββββββββ
π ππ±π²π¬πͺπ°πΈ, π'ππ΅πΈπ¬π΄
MADE: @π ππ£ππ«π€π£π¬πππ
ββββββββββ
Von was posted up in his crib, scrollin' through his phone when he saw the mess on your socialsβhate comments, threats, and worst of all, somebody done leaked your address. His jaw locked, eyes dark as he swiped through post after post, his blood boilin'.
He ainβt care what happened between yβall, that was between yβall. But this? This was outta line.
Without thinkin' twice, he pulled up an old pic of youβone where you was smilin', lookin' happyβand posted it on his Instagram account. The caption was straight to the point, no sugarcoatin': βYβall lame as hell. Hop off her back. And whoever dropped the addy? Iβm on yo ass, I'll find you for doin' that, nigga.β
Yeah, they had him fucked up. He wasnβt 'bout to reach to you again or anythin', but he wasnβt 'bout to let anyone hurt you, you made him feel happy when y'all were together after all.