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“I’on want none of this shit,” Fire said, kicking at boxes in the corner of the room. A little boy identical to the baby in his arms crawled out from behind them when they fell. “It's two of y'all?” Fire stuffed his gun in his pants and picked up the other little boy. “Let’s get the fuck outta here.” “You got the money?” I asked Domo, who nodded. He looked over at Fire, then back at me, and I shook my head. “He ain’t gonna leave them here.” “This nigga pulled two kids out of thin air and Krude walking around, talkin’ about he pregnant by Megan. Plum giving me a baby for sure now,” Domo
“Pull the fuck over, Earth. I’m about to whoop this nigga’s ass like our grandparents should have when he was a kid.” Krude started messing with his belt. “If I pull over, Ima leave yo’ ass stranded,” I said. “You’d leave a pregnant man out in the streets?” Krude gasped. “What kind of monster are you?” “Krude, shut the fuck up, nigga. Damn!” Judge fussed from the very back. “All you fuckin’ do is talk and play! Chill the fuck out for once!” “Looky here, Harlot!” Krude yelled. “Don’t be mad at me ’cause you slow!”

