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I ate another spoon full of Caption Crunch as I continued to scroll on instagram. Damn these bitches all look the same. Need me a natural bitch.
"How long you been up bitch?" I looked up seeing Tre walk in the kitchen.
"I never sleep nigga" I chuckled.
"Damn it smell like shit in here. I must've been fucked up not to notice this smell" He scrunched his face up.
"It's been smelling like this for the past three days nigga" I laughed.
"For real? Damn did a bitch lace me?" He scratched the back of his head.
I just shook my head at his dumbass.
"It look like shit in here. You better clean up foe yo mama get back" I made a yikes face.
"Bitch you participated you gon help the fuck?" He mugged me.
"I ain't gon do shit. I help wit the rent and keep it moving" I held up a peace sign.
"I always knew you was a bitch" He kissed his teeth grabbing a empty trash back.
"You seen Esme? I ain't seen her since da night of da kickback" He looked at me.
I shook my head. "Only time I see ha is when she over here" I shrugged.
"Exactly. She ain't been over here in three days and she stay over here" He raised his eyebrows.
"Don't look at me bruh" I held my hands up.
"I ain't forget what Sorrell said either nigga" He eyed me.
"What she said ain't got shit to do wit me. Talk to ya cousin I ain't got nun to do wit dat" I shrugged.
"As long as you ain't fw ha we good" He looked at me.
"You ain't gotta worry bout dat on god" I shrugged.
"Yea ight" He looked at me one more time before he got back to his slave activities.
Even if I ever did fuck wit Esme, he act like I asked for Esme to like me. That ain't got shit to do with have me, nigga be acting like a female on god. Esme know what I'm capable of so if she wan deal wit fire that's on her.
I turned my attention to the door hearing someone bang on it making me grab my glock taking it off safety. It was most likely Esme since ha ass the only one that be banging on the door like she da feds even though she got a key. Call me crazy, but ain't nun wrong with seeing the look of fear on her when a glock in her face.
