Drill Rapper Imagines

Opp Thot?- DD

I was in the kitchen eating my cereal when my phone rang. I smiled when I saw it was Dd. "Hello?"

"Open the door," I was taken aback at his aggressive tone. "Damn no hello," I said, giving the same energy. "Y/n I'm not playing open this door dicc." I furrowed my eyebrows as I dropped my phone and went towards the door.

He rarely calls me my real name, and he ain't never called me dicc so what tf is going on. "What the fuck is wrong with you," He walked in ingoring the question. "Where ya phone at?" I was confused. "Why?" I said walking towards the kitchen. "Just let me see it Y/n."

I held my phone in my hand leaning on the counter with my arms crossed. "Nah nigga you know ion play like that, why you need my phone?"

"Word on the street is you fucking with Kay's bro," I looked at him in shock. "And who the fuck told you that?"

"Y/n you being a Opp thot and Imma slap the shit outta you if you don't give me yo phone."

"Listen nigga you ain't goin slap the shit outta nobody, you out of EVERYBODY I know, you know me better than anybody, even my fucking momma, so you know damn well I'll never cheat on you, betta yet with a opp. And it's funny to me how you goin believe the streets before you even talk to me." I shoved my phone in his face, "You know the password," and went to my room.

I went into my bathroom and washed up my face. A few moments later I heard the door open but didn't look up because I knew who it was. I then felt arms around my waist and almost smiled, but remembered I was mad at him.

"What Dd, did you find what you was looking for?" He rested his head on my shoulder. "I didn't look." I looked up at him from the mirror. "Wym you didn't look?" He turned me around.

"I didn't look cause I trust you mama, when you handed me the phone I realized I was buggin, and I'm sorry for that, it won't happen again."

"It betta not." I said which he laughed at and gave me a kiss.