𝑰𝑵 𝑾𝑯𝑰𝑪𝑯 a famous teen rapper meets a girl from his school, he never knew they could both match. she wasn't a big rap fan, not to mention he was the youngest in his own rap group. he's the mascot for cash money records. he's everything i gir...
"wayne im 7 months pregnant, plus we havent even sorted dis shit out." toya doubted as she got in tha passenger seat of my car, letting out a long sigh as she sat down. i shrugged and got in tha drivers seat. "watchu mean we? i already bought all tha baby shit. dats all you."
"no, i mean like you and your music. your gonna be on tour most of tha times while i stay at home taking care of dis baby." she sassed, looking into my eyes. i rolled my eyes. "who said my son can't be on tour with me?" "boy, how you know our baby is a son? and also you must be crazy if you think they gonna be on tour with you."
i smirked, starting up tha car and drive out tha school parking lot. "anyways, what was up witchu at earlier? you being mad off. was you just acting out for your friends or whateva?" i asked. cause this hoe was really trippin' at lunch, i thought, or well i knew.
toya scoffed nd lit up a blunt, putting it too her lips. i snatched it out her hand. "bitch is you crazy? you smoking with a baby? ian tryna have my baby come out fucked up cuz of yo dopehead ass." i scold, taking a long hit. she gave me up a look and sighed, leaning back in the car seat. "sorry, im just stressed. mr. black is gonna drop my grade too a F, a straight 0. like am i suppose too tell em' im pregnant?"
"hell na. look, ima talk too dat nigga, i gotchu ma." i responded, keeping my eyes on tha rode. ain't no way dat teacher gonna fw my woman, plus why she care if she get a F? all she be doing in school is get sympathy from her lil minions, eat, and get in trouble. i thought.
she smiled, leaning in and kissing my cheeks. "thanks dwayne." i took another puff of tha blunt, side eyeing her. "what i tell you bout' calling me my gov name?" "yo, chill. its just a name." "na, its my punk ass daddy name. there's a reason im 'lil wayne' not 'lil dwayne'. " "i thought it was cuz' wayne sounds cooler." "and dat to."
i shrugged it off, deciding too leave tha argument alone. "you tryna buy some stuff fa' da baby with me?" i asked toya, sharing a quick glance before parking at tha side of tha local store. she nodded as she got out tha car, letting out some small groans from tha weight added too her body.
i held her hand as we walked into tha store, tha bell ringing as we walked in. she decided too wander off too the baby clothing aisle, i walked into the diaper aisle. "aigh...pampers, pampers. should i get him mickey mouse ones?" i whispered too myself, scanning all tha diapers as i walked throughout the aisle.
i blinked quickly and kept walking, looking even more down for more pampers. i soon picked up a pack, and kept walking till...
BOOM!
i came clashing too tha ground, my phone slipping out my pocket and the diapers slid across tha grey floor. i grunted, rubbing my head. "shit..." i mumbled. i looked up and seen tha blurry silhouette of a short girl, around 5ft. she had long natural hair and her LA raiders hat on backwards, which read the numbers '1991.'
"sorry...need help getting up?" she asked, her voice smooth and silky. she extended her hand out, leaning down a bit. i rubbed my eyes and den looked back up. not this bitch.
"ain't you dat hoe from school who was talking about me?" i asked, grabbing her hand and letting her pull me up. she soon frowned, her face getting a little red. "well uhm...yeah." she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
i kissed my teeth, maybe i should be nice. "yo name n'riyah right?" she nodded, fidgeting with her finger. "whateva.' look, ion fuck with you at ALL. you and your dyke friend and yo wanna be hard nigga or whateva' so don't think we cool jus cuz' you helped me up." i remarked, glaring at her.
her expression soon look annoyed, like she flipped a switch. "your forgettable anyways." she added. i raised an eyebrow, she must not know who big weezy is. "you know you talkin' too the lil wayne, lil wayne of hot boys right?" "uh, duh." "put some respect on my name, mark ass hoe."
she put her hands on her hips, rolling her eyes. "who you callin a hoe? ion even know who you are, i barely know your music. im more of a jazz, slow, 70s-80s girl, and a little bit of tupac and DMX in there. you're a random too me, so cut it." n'riyah sassed, stepping closer like she was being intimidating.
i slightly looked down at her, only too make her feel short and too show she reall shouldn't be fucking with me. she was only a few inches shorter then me. around 1 or 2. "who a nobody? hoe get out my way, i gotta baby too attend too," i sated, pushing her out tha way. "and also, don't be talking about me at school. you got it?" i bent down too get my phone and tha pack of pampers.
she stuck her tongue out and flipped me off, her bright pink nail polish waving in the air from her moving her hand. i flipped her back off and kept walking away, over too toya's aisle. "these bitches be tricks, out here doing tha most." i muttered, looking forward and spotting toya.
