Drake Imagines

Behind Barz

Drake

"Chubbs you got that cash," I call out.

He shows me a stack of hunnids. Atta boy.

"There you go nigga," I dap him up and we count how much we got.

I was a professional scammer. Identity theft was a breeze. People are a different type of stupid out here. Money-Flipping scam? Shit is so easy.

Me and Chubbs out here living good.

But then this nigga got bold and had an idea.

Robbing a bank.

Now, I like to get my cash the easy way and robbing a bank don't sound fucking easy. I seem too many people get caught and fuck it up for me to try it.

"Bro that bank is loaded across the street though. And security is weak as hell," Chubbs coaxed me.

"Man I'm tired. Im not feeling this joint."

"Nah you are cause I'm feeling like buying a new house."

I roll my eyes. "Bro I guess. Pack the M4 carbine and M1911," I tell him.

I prepare myself mentally and physically. "You gon be okay Drake. All that arm muscle gotta be put to use."

We load up and head out towards the bank.

We park far down the next street and walk the rest of the way. "Alright we gonna break this security here."

I had been hella good at computer technology so hacking this was a joke. We got through the entrance. "We can't just walk up. That sound too eas—," before I knew it, Chubbs had bags of cash in his hands.

"Nigga sometimes robbing a bank IS that easy."

We grab loads of cash and run for it. "But won't they check security cameras?"

"Nigga it's dark as hell they can't see us."

We take the cash and stuff it in our clothes. More of it going into Chubbs jacket.

We casually walk down to our car. Running will make us suspicious.

We make it to the car safe and sound. "Damn this is a months worth of scamming."

"I told y'all niggas," Chubbs chants.

"Aye chill lets unload this."

We unload the bags into the trunk. "Yo we got over twenty—," I hear a crack noise and I see Chubbs down on the floor.

"Yo what the hell," I scratch my head. I see a voluptuous woman in a pink ski mask in front of me.

"Yo shawty what the fu—," and I'm out like a light (like a light).

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"Niggas truly are stupid."

I see the two men on the floor in front of me. One of them was very attractive.

"I might fuck around and take him home," I tell myself.

I pick up most of the cash. I leave some of it so that the police can catch their criminal.

I'm good at what I do.

I load the cash back into my car and drive away from the scene.

I make it back home. "That was too easy bitch."

I go to the trunk to grab the cash but, I'm pulled in by an unknown force.

"What the fuck?"

"Yo shut up."