"Nigga quit hogging the blunt fore' I slap you." you giggled, reaching over to pull a handful of Namils' hair. "Bro chill, here" he groaned in pain, handing you the excessively large backwood.
"You need to quit smoking anyway, yo lips getting black" he chuckled, shaking his head. You immediately looked in his direction with a tilted head before punching his forehead, knocking his glasses off in the process. "Bitch don't you ever try to play me like that," you spoke. watching Namil pick his glasses back up off his lap.
"Weak ass punch," he mumbled while putting his glasses back on. "What was that?" you asked before hitting the blunt, waiting for his reply. "Bro nah- you not finna try to lil boy me" Namil laughs, grabbing the hem of your hoodie.
"Bro chill, you turnin' me on" you giggled, tucking 'your hair' behind your ear before playfully biting your lip. "Nevermind nigga, you a fuckin' oddball." Namil laughed, sinking back into the passenger seat. "Keep disrespecting me tho, on god I'll wreck this bitch" you joked, pressing the button to start up your Maybach.
