“f**k this, them niggaz food,” T.J. pulled out his gun and c****d it underneath the table. He then stuck it inside the pocket of his hoodie and pulled his hood over his head. Keeping his head bowed, he rose from the table and hastily approached the couples as they left out of the burger joint. From inside of the restaurant, the only patron left watched T.J. through the window as he ate his bacon cheese burger. He couldn’t hear s**t the fat nigga was saying, but whatever it was it must have been threatening, while he waved his gun around at the youngstas. All of their asses looked terrified, especially the women. T.J. had them mothafuckaz coming up off their money and jewelery. Afterwards, he made them lay on the ground, and bent down to one of them, taking what the patron believed were car
