Kill a crip, watch my favorite color drip - A$ap Twelvyy

PROD

I watch her car pull off then toss the roach of my blunt into the ocean. "That's not good for the ocean, you know?" some lady asks. I look back at a Mexican woman. She decent. "I don't care." I say. She giggles then sits next to me in the sand. "I'm Jessie. You?" she asks. "Prod." I answer, annoyed as hell. "Nice to meet you. Did you get stood up or something?" she asks, pointing at that romantic bullshit Heaven set up. I blow. "No." I answer. She stares at my shoulder.  "That's a pretty woman. If you don't mind me asking, who is she?" she asks. "Why you in my fucking business?" I ask.

Her face turns red. "I'm sorry, I was just curious. Sorry if I offended you." she says. I sigh. "It's my ex wife." I answer. "I'm divorced as well. My ex husband Tyler had a child with another woman. They weren't together. I cheated as well so we just ended. I heard he's moved on with a jail bird. I think it's true because he will not even give me the time of day now that she came along. He chose a notorious kingpin's ex wife and baby mother over me." she says, tearing up.

I chuckle. "Why would he want to get involved with someone like that? For all he knows, her stupid murderer ex husband could be out to kill him." she goes off. I'm so amused right now. It don't take a rocket scientist to figure out I'm that stupid murderer and Zaya's the jail bird.

"Tell me more about it." I say, looking at her.  She wipes her eyes. "I think she goes by Savage Princess and her ex husband had a very odd name... I can't remember but he always kept his real name a secret. That's what my cousin told me about it." she says. "But anyways, why did you two divorce?" she asks. My phone lights ups. I shake my head. Why is Zaya even still my wallpaper? "Oh my God, she's beautiful. Why did you two divorce?" she asks again.

I look at her. "Ion even remember." I answer. We ended so many times, I can't even keep up with the reasons no more.

"Tyler a doctor?" I ask. She nods her head. "How'd you know?" she asks. I chuckle.  "Don't worry about it. I got a question. Do you believe in revenge?" I ask. She slowly nods her bead yes. "Cool." I say, smirking. This should be interesting.

MIA

I'm in my bed watching DJ get dressed. He still isn't willing to forgive me for what happened. I forgave him for his wrong doing but he won't forgive me and that's messed up. We are not together. He'll never want me again, I'm sure. The only time he makes conversation with me is when it has something to do with our children. Other than that, the only words he'll say is "Get the fuck off me" when I'm trying to cuddle with him at night.

"Where you going?" I ask, watching him put his red bandana around his neck. I already know he's about to be up to no good because he's dressed in all black, plus he got his flag on.

"Go to sleep." he says, brushing his hair in a ponytail. He grabs a ski mask then puts some thick black gloves on his hands. He opens up the drawer and grabs two glocks. My eyes widen. "DeJuan, what the fuck you about to do?" I scream at him. "This your fault." he simply says, then walks out.

I rush out and follow him. "What's my fault DJ? What are you doing?" I ask, trying to grab him. He shakes me off. "You'll know in the morning." he says, then walks out, slamming the door behind him.

DEJUAN

Mothafuckas gone learn to stop fucking with me. I gave Mia the option to leave the nigga alone a long time ago but she double crossed me so this nigga losing his life all because of her.

I'm in South Central finna off his ass. I don't fuckin' play about nothing that's mine and that nigga knew what it was with me and Mia. I just pulled up to the nigga momma house.  I kick the back door in and start shooting all the niggas laying around drunk. "Where the fuck Blue at?" I yell at his baby momma, choking her. "He gone, please!" she screams, crying.  I put my gun to her head.  "Tell that mothafucka get right with God." I say, then throw her to the floor. He gone need it.  I walk out the house, leaving all the dead bodies. I needed to send a message out to the nigga. I killed all his people. It's simple.

I just pulled up to my house. I frown up at the sight of a blue mustang in my driveway. "This bitch better hope it's her sister." I say, refusing to believe she got a nigga in my house. I was real suspicious about that cause every time I come home, it smell like another nigga in my shit and I noticed my damn three year old daughter constantly saying blue or pointing at something blue and I swear she tried to throw up Crip with her fingers one day.

"Can't be." I say, getting out. I unlock the door then walk in, locking it behind me. I quietly walk up the stairs. I open my room door quietly.  That nigga Blue got his dıck inside of her and my daddy's brother, Ontario got his dıck in her mouth. "So, you running trains in my shit now, huh?" I ask, chuckling.

Everybody stop and start looking at me. "Hey... hey, nephew." Ontario says. I raise my gun then shoot him between the eyes. I I don't even care about how my dad gone feel about me killing his brother, they hardly fucked with each other anyway.

Mia screams.  "DJ, it ain't what it looks like!" she screams.  "Bitch, the fuck you mean it ain't? Get off me!" I yell, throwing her into the wall. I raise my gun. "Come On, bruh... A nigga got kids, you feel me?" Blue asks. I shoot him dead in his mouth then empty the clip in his whole body.

Mia's on the floor screaming and crying, begging for her life, and apologizing to me. I walk over to her and start beating the shit out of her with my gun. "I'm sick of yo ass, bruh, damn!" I yell, stomping on her. I tried to not hurt her but I can't take the shit no more. Fuck her. I wanna kill her with my hands right now.

"You gone fucking disrespect me like that, Mia?" I yell, gripping her neck and slamming her head to the wall. She stares in my eyes. I watch her life slowly slip away, then toss her over there with the other two.

She starts coughing up blood. "So... sorry, DJ. You just didn't... didn't love me. I loved you." she chokes out, then goes unconscious. My eyes widen. What the fuck did I just do?

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