"Yeah," I said, hitting the gas. "They ain't here for the music, that's for sure."
The neon lights of Memphis blurred against the rain-slicked windshield of the stolen BMW. Inside, the heavy, chaotic, high-energy beat—a true —bounced off the leather seats. It was that pure "Cash Trap" energy, all screeching synths and hard-hitting 808s. free_nle_choppa_x_splurge_type_beat_cash_trap_b...
Tez finally looked up, tapping the burner on his knee. "Good. We're almost at the spot. Keep the energy high." "Yeah," I said, hitting the gas
"Shit," I said, scanning for an exit. "They didn't just turn, they followed." Tez grabbed the bag, "Out the side! Now!" " I said