A/N: This chapter is based of when Von beat the guy up in the studio for disrespecting Asian. I'm not sure what the story was, but here's my spin on things. #LLKV❤️.
Kearri POV
"Niggas ain't really fukin with Kearri
No plastic , ass on gigantic and I'm pretty like a barbie
Fuckin with my niggas then you gone be sorry-"
That was my last lyric . Cause there was so much commotion in my session.
My manager Durk , my engineer & Von were the only 3 people, I allowed in my session.
If it exceeded to just them 3, they needed to be given permission by me.
I quickly took off my headphones and walked out the booth.
It was so many niggas in here. Drugged out, loud and everything.
"Um Durk?"
"Wassup gang, why you get out the booth?"
"Cause it's hella loud in here. I can't even here myself with the headphones"
I guess me saying that pissed a Nigga off cause he looked at me sideways.
"Fuck you say?"
Im pretty sure I wasn't that loud, so he's now in my business.
"Aye folks chill on shorty. I'll be right back ok?"
Durk steps outside but not all the way, he had a upcoming phone call.
"You wanna go back in?" My engineer asked.
"Uh... yea" I said slowly side eying the nigga who was talking shit.
"Fuck you looking at bitch?!"
"Dude really? She isn't a bitch. Don't disrespect the artist. If you can't handle that, u have to leave"
"White Boy shut yo pretty ass up. You fucking this bitch or something"
Wait, who is he talking to ? Do who not know who I am?
"Aye who the fuck are u talking to ? Do you know who I am? "
"No who the hell is you "
"Kearri Ka$h, the biggest mutli platinum artist to step out of Texas . You don't know who you fucking with "
He and his friends burst out laughing.
"Don't nobody fucking care. U a bitch just like the rest of these hoes" he bucked trynna scare me.
Oh yeah?
See if I was the old me, I would of beat the hell out of him myself.
But I got a trick for his ass.
I step out the studio and find Durk still otp.
"What's wrong sis? U alright?"
"Yea , just need to breath for a minute. I'm tired"
