my grind and I run these streets, so it’s about time that I flood these streets…
I was sliding through the North side on my way back to the East listening to Dej Loaf and Young Klep; it felt good to see niggas from my city making moves. I had been cattin off all morning and I should have been in the hood three hours ago. I had gone to go chill with this little bitch last night, and I ended up getting caught up over there all night. My intentions weren’t to even stay there over an hour, but Kari had other plans; she was 20 and freaky as hell. Little mama was cool; she had her own spot and worked at a dental office. I had met her a couple weeks ago at the gas station; she was a little dark-skinned cutie with a fat ass and some big titties to match. She had two kids by two different niggas, but that wasn’t any of my business.
I was supposed to meet up with Laela after I left from Kari’s, but after a minute I could see that Kari had plans to keep me longer than I had expected, I turned my phone off after Laela’s fourth call and kicked back as Kari gave me a strip tease and did that little fruit roll up trick on my dick. She had even made some dinner, so after all that excitement, a nigga passed out. I just prayed that Lae wasn’t out here on the block when I got over there. I knew I would hear her mouth but as long as I could prolong it, the smoother my day would go.
I pulled on the block and let out a deep breath when I saw that neither Laela nor Jaeda were outside. I just knew if Jaeda was there, she would run back to Lae the second I pulled up. I planned on just telling her that I stopped at home to change and fell asleep soon as I got out the shower. I knew she wouldn’t have driven all the way to the house to come check and see if I was there, so I was in the clear. As I stepped out the car, I grabbed my weed and my Phillies and crossed the street to where my niggas were at. I dapped up the Squad and nodded my head to the other niggas out there. It was the beginning of the month, so it was cranking; all we had to do was sit back and let the money come to us.
I watched as this broad Triece that I dealt with every now and again pulled up with her patna and hopped out. I was expecting two bricks of some Actavis from her, and she was right on time because my nigga had just called trying to come cop. I walked up to Triece as she approached me and grabbed the bag from her as she kissed me on the cheek; she never wanted cash for getting me the syrup, she just wanted groceries for her kids so I had a knock that would come through and let me buy his food stamps, I always gave Triece the card and let her get $275 worth of food each month.
Soon as Triece pulled off, a green Audi pulled up and parked on the opposite side of the street; even though it was the middle of the day, I couldn’t see who was behind the tints. I stepped back onto the curb and checked to make sure my hammer was on top of the tire of the car in front of me. We were all watching the car to see who it was. I had never seen the car over this way, so I was most definitely on alert. After a few moments, two niggas hopped out the car and I recognized one of the guys as Mess’ right hand man; his name was Mikey, a 22-year-old loud-mouthed hot-headed nigga that played tougher than he really was. I already knew it was going to be some bullshit, so I prepared for the worst. I knew any wrong move and my niggas would bust his head, so I wasn’t too worried.
“Oh okay, I see y’all out here getting money,” Mikey slapped hands with his patna, and they both laughed as they approached the curb.
“Can I help you niggas with something?” I asked as I stepped forward.
“Nah I just was coming by to see how I was going to redecorate the block when me and my niggas moved in.” I looked behind me at my niggas as B stepped up beside me.
“I’m only going to give you niggas 30 seconds to get the fuck off my block before I show you how to leave,” said B
I was sliding through the North side on my way back to the East listening to Dej Loaf and Young Klep; it felt good to see niggas from my city making moves. I had been cattin off all morning and I should have been in the hood three hours ago. I had gone to go chill with this little bitch last night, and I ended up getting caught up over there all night. My intentions weren’t to even stay there over an hour, but Kari had other plans; she was 20 and freaky as hell. Little mama was cool; she had her own spot and worked at a dental office. I had met her a couple weeks ago at the gas station; she was a little dark-skinned cutie with a fat ass and some big titties to match. She had two kids by two different niggas, but that wasn’t any of my business.
I was supposed to meet up with Laela after I left from Kari’s, but after a minute I could see that Kari had plans to keep me longer than I had expected, I turned my phone off after Laela’s fourth call and kicked back as Kari gave me a strip tease and did that little fruit roll up trick on my dick. She had even made some dinner, so after all that excitement, a nigga passed out. I just prayed that Lae wasn’t out here on the block when I got over there. I knew I would hear her mouth but as long as I could prolong it, the smoother my day would go.
I pulled on the block and let out a deep breath when I saw that neither Laela nor Jaeda were outside. I just knew if Jaeda was there, she would run back to Lae the second I pulled up. I planned on just telling her that I stopped at home to change and fell asleep soon as I got out the shower. I knew she wouldn’t have driven all the way to the house to come check and see if I was there, so I was in the clear. As I stepped out the car, I grabbed my weed and my Phillies and crossed the street to where my niggas were at. I dapped up the Squad and nodded my head to the other niggas out there. It was the beginning of the month, so it was cranking; all we had to do was sit back and let the money come to us.
I watched as this broad Triece that I dealt with every now and again pulled up with her patna and hopped out. I was expecting two bricks of some Actavis from her, and she was right on time because my nigga had just called trying to come cop. I walked up to Triece as she approached me and grabbed the bag from her as she kissed me on the cheek; she never wanted cash for getting me the syrup, she just wanted groceries for her kids so I had a knock that would come through and let me buy his food stamps, I always gave Triece the card and let her get $275 worth of food each month.
Soon as Triece pulled off, a green Audi pulled up and parked on the opposite side of the street; even though it was the middle of the day, I couldn’t see who was behind the tints. I stepped back onto the curb and checked to make sure my hammer was on top of the tire of the car in front of me. We were all watching the car to see who it was. I had never seen the car over this way, so I was most definitely on alert. After a few moments, two niggas hopped out the car and I recognized one of the guys as Mess’ right hand man; his name was Mikey, a 22-year-old loud-mouthed hot-headed nigga that played tougher than he really was. I already knew it was going to be some bullshit, so I prepared for the worst. I knew any wrong move and my niggas would bust his head, so I wasn’t too worried.
“Oh okay, I see y’all out here getting money,” Mikey slapped hands with his patna, and they both laughed as they approached the curb.
“Can I help you niggas with something?” I asked as I stepped forward.
“Nah I just was coming by to see how I was going to redecorate the block when me and my niggas moved in.” I looked behind me at my niggas as B stepped up beside me.
“I’m only going to give you niggas 30 seconds to get the fuck off my block before I show you how to leave,” said B
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