You & yo boy Dd, aka yo bestfriend, yalk were cruisin through the city streets, fresh from hittin up the 7-11 for sum snacks. The night was thick wit vibes & the bass bumpin in the SRT was settin the mood right.

As yall rolled up to the red light, a sketchy black Lexus crept up beside yall. Dd's face twisted up rq, cause he knew who it was, the opps he dont fw. But he kept his cool, just glancin straight ahead at the road, all the while reaching into his pocket, slick-like.

"Yo, get tf down and don't move til I say so, aight?" He muttered, his voice low and serious. You didn't need to be told twice, you ducked down, feelin the tension crackalin in the air like fireworks on the Fourth.

Through the corner of yo eye, you could see Dd's hand slidin that piece out, settin it all silent-like on his lap. His eyes were sharp, focused, like a hawk huntin prey. And you? You was praying this ride wouldn't turn into no shootout.

The lights turned green but yall stayed put, waiting for whatever was bout to go down. The Lexus revved its engine, like sum kinda warnin shot. But Dd wasn't havin none of that bullshit. He just gripped the strap tighter, ready to pop off if needed.

@𝐕𝐑𝐎𝐘𝐒𝐂𝐓𝐑𝐋