Tez finally looked up, tapping the burner on his knee. "Good. We're almost at the spot. Keep the energy high."
As we grabbed the duffel, the back door of the warehouse slammed open. It wasn't our guy. free_nle_choppa_x_splurge_type_beat_cash_trap_b...
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. Tez finally looked up, tapping the burner on his knee
The warehouse smelled like rust and old tires. In the center, a single light hung over a table. "Where's the rest of them?" I muttered. Keep the energy high
I nodded, the "Free NLE Choppa x Splurge" melody still running through my head, a soundtrack for a life in the fast lane. "Let's make this money."
"Don't matter," Tez whispered, taking the heavy duffel bag. "Just take the cash, and let's go."