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Overdoses At County Jail
Stories Straight Outta Trap House
Y’all know me as a hoop star, hood legend, and your lovable Trap King from Small Town Friendly. Your boy, Stack Money, is here today with a Story Straight Outta Trap House.
Hell, this story is so crazy. I would have a hard time believing it if I wasn’t part of the story and a firsthand account by my boy TJ.
How It All Started
TJ is over at the Trap making his last visit before going to the County Jail and then into Federal lock-up for probation violation.
“Stack, I’m gonna need a little something for me and my girl tonight. I’m headed to County tomorrow morning.”
“Look my nigga, this H I’m working with is the strongest shit I ever fucked with. Y’all gonna need to cut this shit with Miralax? Here I’m gonna put the correct amount with the half-ounce. Listen, take a spoon…”
“Yeah Yeah, Kade, I’m not cutting shit. I’m the motherfucker that turned you on. How the hell are you gonna tell me what I need to do with my shit?”
“Listen, Billy Bad Ass, if you don’t cut this shit you will OD. I will crush up the cut and put the 3 on a 1 and place the cut in a separate bag. You are my nigga 4 life, but I have no time to be going to your fucking funeral. When you get…
