"Oh, shit here. Nigga, take these," Crown panicked. He slipped his hand into the pocket of his hoodie and tossed a pair of glasses my way. "Fuck is this?" Loud ass knocking on the passenger window answered my question. River was beating the shit out of my window and squinting like her ass couldn't see. "Nigga, you took her glasses?" "Hell yeah. If she can't see, she can't make plates, and I won't have to murder a nigga behind her pretty ass."
