Joseph was on the block doing neutral drops in his tricked-out ride, with a big Sonic drink between his knees and a thumb in a devotchka hind-end. His first cousin, at that. Her wild-ass kids bouncing around in the back seat with fruited drink stuff around their mouths and Cheeto-dust on their little fingers.
But I'm sure his thumb was comfortably warm.
Everybody was like, "man, that's a bad ride, for real, yo."
Joey just smiled, and which you could barely see cause he was sitting like gangster low in the seat. Most of all we could see was his bald head.
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