Status Updates From Trap Gyrl

“May I help you?” “Hi, are you Brooklyn?” “Nah, Brooklyn don't live here. May I ask who are you?” “Um, I’m looking for my daughter…” “Your daughter?” I said like I didn't hear her. “Who’s your daughter?” “Cash, Cash Lopez,” she said in a polite tone. My body froze. Cash’s mother was at the door and I didn’t know how to tell her that her daughter was dead…

CARTER⁉️⁉️⁉️

My situation with Cash had me fucked up. She was slipping away from me and fast, but fuck that, I couldn't let that shit happen. That nigga Nino was going to be laying next to fishes just like that nigga Carter. Yep, you heard right, Carter. The minute I felt Cash falling for him, I put some hot lead in his ass.