That Ballah' Love ( Complete) ALSO EDITING!!

Chapter 24: I do it for You

Gucci ***

I hopped in the shower. Everybody just going home and babygirl ( Cash) went to pick up Babydoll. (Elle) The music was blasting and the water made a nigga feel up and ready to move around the city. I had moves to make.

im still the motherfucking biggest D-boy in the whole southside. I still pushing weigh like a body builder and getting paper like a bank. I stepped out and wrapped my towel around me. I dried off and put on my clothes. I had some Levi's a red polo and some Red jordans. I got my red snap back..

I brushed my teeth and hair and then added my jewlry. I grabbed my keys and made my way to the Audi. Cash had the Benz truck..On my way home I was going to stop by the dealer ship and look at a ride for her..I know she's going to refuse to take it so im a tell her its a graduation gift and a championship gift.

I turned the car to life and Diary of a hustler came on. This my shit cause it was real for me. I blasted it.

" Dont believe this nigga hustling this nigga bluffing.

Look him in the eyes the only time he cooking pies is in the kitchen oven.

He born liar im on fire like this piff im puffing.

Im hot so im bout to blow volcanic erruption.

This dude fake.

so his fake ass better break fast for he get his food ate like an eg mcmuffin.

He aint the only nigga fucking that chick he cuffing

his dick the aint the only dick she sucking.

I take his life when i scrape his wife.

she could barely take the pipe

she told me i needed dick reduction

Im so official, i let her blow the whistle

And send her home to you so she can kiss you

that shit disgusting!

Niggas fronting like they straight pimpin

Take bitches to the telly and get it jumpin like blake griffin

Im on point like chris pual

when she taste that ace or that cristal, she cut like a jig saw.

The kid ball so you mad as fuck.

Let the gat blow at ya alfo give you a cassie cut

...I been acting up since I came out my daddy nuts.

Im on my grind I do not sleep.

To much adrenaline my heart pum insulin

bitch im not sweet.

But you a sweetie, you got diabetes

so you easily could have died you sugar high.

..Im a cook a pie.

Or try to make a dollar bill selling molly pills.

Even though i know that somebody a probably squel

im a still push weight like a nigga that body build.

And everybody real.

They say they trigger blow.

But i doubt them nigga know how catching a body feel.

if a prick say that he dont snitch he probably will

snitching on my click a probably get somebody killed, foreal.

...The molly crystal is fucking my damn tongue up