I couldn't wait till dis' lil nigga told what da' hell he then got himself into.
I waited outside foe' him ta' come outside. When he finally did he hopped in my all black Buick.
"What da' fuck nigga?" I asked Booter as I pulled off.
"Manee I hadda' put a heater to my nigga head dawg", "And his bitch." He shook his head as he leaned his seat back a little.
"Fuck it nigga, it happens." I turned the radio up, blasting 'Struggle' by Migos. We both bobbed our heads feelin' exactly what dese' niggas was sayin'.
We finally made it to the Southside. Where I reside. I parked in my driveway.
"Yo listen, you gon' stay here wit' me and lay low. Told cha' ass stay on da' Southside."
He chuckled and extended his fist foe' a pound.
"Good lookin' out. Long time no see nigga." He said.
"No problem nigga. Chu' my family. I ain't gon' see you go down like dat'." I explained as I pounded his fist.
We both hopped out the car and made our way inside the crib.
"Ya' shit tight." Booter said nodding his head as he looked around confirming.
I was living in some chill shit. Nice little two story crib. Four bedrooms, two and a half bath, a base, a attic, and a balcony out back. Not to mention I had my crib fenced off. My back yard was huge. It's full of dirt bikes, four wheelers, 3-wheelers, the whole nine. I had two big ass pitbulls that secured my crib as well.
"Ain't shit." I said as I motioned him to follow me upstairs.
"Dis ya' room." I told him as I opened the door.
He looked around and said, "Aight."
"We gotta lot of shit ta' do tomorrow. It's catch up time." I told him as I dapped him up.
"Fasho." He said.
YOU ARE READING
Snake
Teen FictionYou can't trust nobody. They say they with you but they out to get you. So don't trust em', so don't love em'. They want ya' spot, they want ya' hustle.
