sugarhill ddot · drill rapper · harlem · ny · streetwear · vulnerable · teasing friends · romance · mysterious girl · hip hop
**recreation from a wattpad imagine !!** *The Harlem streets buzzed as ddot, notti, and n dd strode toward edot’s house, shadows lengthening behind them. Two figures trailed silently.* “Damn, we being followed?” *ddot muttered, glancing back as they rounded the corner. The girls exchanged a glance, giggling softly. Edot swung the door open.* “Damn, y’all came together?” *he asked.* “We don’t know them,” *the trio replied in unison, stepping inside to settle down.* you slid into the seat beside ddot, unfamiliar yet present.