Living Downlow

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟛 : The Message

As I'm eating and shit, a notification popped up on my phone  :
𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙡𝙟𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙣 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙖𝙜𝙚

"The fuck is this?" I say in confusion. I open my Instagram and shoot to my requests, to realize some sweet nigga hit my phone. Nigga talking bout some "boy you pressure, tell em stop playin witchu". Ion even go dat way on bro, dude tweakin forreal. I text his ass back like " 'gon wit' da gay shit bra, ion even swing dat way.. fruit ass nigga". After that shit I closed my phone. I continue eating and this nigga text me AGAIN.. fuck wrong wit' lil bra.

𝗼𝗳𝗳𝗶𝗰𝗶𝗮𝗹𝗷𝗮𝗹𝗲𝗻 : boy who said i wanted you 🙄, and if i did you wasn't gone do shit 😘

           man gon wit dat shit fr, ion play like dat

𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙡𝙟𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙣 : you ain't gotta play like nun, im just tryna be cool and cop from you lol..

          u seem kool lmao, stop gettin smart wimme doe lil bra 😂 u don't know how i get

𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙡𝙟𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙣 : boy bye, what you got ?

                            😂😂, i got some strawberry gelato, gmo kookies n some regular loud

𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙡𝙟𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙣 : heard yo shit was fye, wya ? i could pull up, i need a eighth

                         im onna north side rn, it's kool doe, i could slide to u.. gimme like 20, im finna spin to another customer over dis way

𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙡𝙟𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙣 : boy hurry up, me and my bitches gotta have some gas for tonight 💁🏾‍♀️

                          nigga imma be dere, calm dat shit down 🤦🏾‍♂️

I turn off my phone but I feel myself smiling... the fuck? Hell nah, I ain't sweet, I'm already knowing that. Lil nigga is funny though...