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Mo sat in her black tinted out 2023 Mercedes Suv nodding her head slowly to the Brent Faiyaz playlist that played through her speakers.
It was a typical afternoon for her, she was posted on the corner waiting for customers to stroll through to ask her to serve them. She sat with her lights off and her Gen 5 Glock present on her lap
Her low eyes scanned the area, she always made sure she was on her toes. She heard a tap on her window causing her to crack it
"What you need?"
"Gimmie a gram a assum" The man spoke causing her to smack her teeth
"Get yo' broke ass away from my car gang. You know I only front 8ths and above"
"Cmon Mo. You kno' i'm good for it times is rough right now."
"Ain't gone happen". The man huffed "Fine gimmie an 8th"
Mo reached over in her glove compartment and pulled out the already packaged buds dropping it onto her scale making sure it was weighed correctly
"Thirty five" she told the man her price making him scrunch up his face
"Last month the shit was twenty five."
"That was last month. This Za. Pay it or don't. I won't lose any sleep." She shrugged becoming impatient because he's been standing at her car for more than five minutes, which draws attention
The last thing she needed was the jakes on her ass again.
The man dug in his pocket and pulled out two twenties and slid them to her
She pulled out a 5 from her glove compartment and handed it to him along with his weed
"Glooks" He said before taking off down the street adjacent to them
"Cheap ass nigga" she mumbled firing up her car and peeling down the street towards the interstate
It's probably abnormal to see a female selling. But Mo always did abnormal shit. Went on drills , fronted bricks, did a lot of illegal shit while her closets friends did hair, nails, and lashes. Most would look at her and see this pretty ass female, but would be shocked as hell once they find out her occupation.
Her phone started to ring and she answered it, letting her phone connect to the bluetooth in her car
"Mooo come over and can you cook please ?" asked my friend Kendyl
"No ma'am i'm in route"
"And ? am i supposed to starve?"
"girl- gimme 20 minutes "
"Thanks pookie now hurry up." laughs before hanging up the phone
"unbelievable"
Mo finishes a few drops then soon pulls into her neighborhood. She lived in a "in the middle" type of neighborhood. It wasn't crime free but it also wasn't a you gotta duck every time you walk outside type of neighborhood.
