This remind me of the time I got into a hit and run in Florida. I had a pistol, and a whole bomb of dope sacked up and I was in my homeboys Ford Focus. I ran into the back of a lady and instinctively made a run for it. Man this lady AND some white dude with a big ass truck started following me. I bussed a corner so hard in this neighborhood I ended up running into a mail box and bent the rim on one of the tires and fukked that shyt all up. Now the car is barely rolling and I see lady and dude in truck come flying around the corner.
So it’s barley moving but it rolls into a driveway. As soon as I get out the car, a old black man comes walking out the house. I’m like excuse me sir, but I’m having car troubles... he cuts me off and said, I already called the police. I’m like bytch ass nikka you don’t even know what happened. He must of had an instinct that I was on some fukkery.
So now lady and the man done rolled up on me. They like why you run. I was ignoring the hoe ass Good Samaritan. But I told the lady, look, I’m dirty ass hell and that’s the only reason I ran. She was like I don’t care, I just want the insurance info. Opened up my partner glovebox and gave it to her.
Had to get back in the car and roll it to this store in the neighborhood cause police was coming I still got all this shyt on me. Told the store owner I was having car trouble. He said you can keep it in the back for 24 hours. By this time, my nikkas was already on the way. Picked me up from the store. My homeboy reported it stolen. That’s was a whole different saga but we got up outta that too
