❛ swear to god we put em in the pound
and this shit won't stop like fuck what the opps
say, yeah. they shot. only love for my niggas
the ones from my block. ❜
𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒
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𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐆𝐎, 𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟐, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟏
"I'm not gon' tell you again to stop allat poutin' and crying and shit mamas. You doin' all this cause a nigga said you couldn't come with me." Looking down at his phone for the fifth time seeing that Kimani was still pouting and wiping away some fake tears.
"Stop laughing at me. You think it's so damn hilarious but it's not. I just wanted to come with you this one time and you sat in my face and told me no. Like if you hate me just say it."
Dramatic was a true understatement when it came to her. She could muster up some tears at the drop of a dime. Hell a leaf could fall in front of her while she walking and it would ruin her whole day.
But in some kind of twisted way – he liked that about her. He wouldn't admit that to her though, or out loud for that matter. He didn't even have any business dealing with her but he had been for the last two months.
"Get off ma' phone doin' that sad shit Mani. You gon' be good for a couple of hours, been with yo' ass all day." He removed his eyes from the phone for a moment to look back onto the road as he continued to dip in and out of traffic.
Being able to sense the change in his tone, Kimani's frown deepened and her brow raised as she picked her phone up from the dresser that she had it sitting on, "Don't talk to me like that Daquan. Matter of fact you got it Grandson."
Before he could even respond to her calling him by his street name and much less his middle name, he heard the three small beeps disperse through out his whole car courtesy of CarPlay.
He didn't even play those type of games and she knew that all too well. But as he tried to call her back at least three times to get all of them declined back to back, he just tossed his phone into the cup holder of his Dodge Durango.
"Dumb ass lil' girl. Shit I do for some money man." He gripped the steering wheel a little tighter, picturing it out to be her neck in the moment.
Unfortunately he couldn't and he wouldn't give it attention at the moment since he had his hands full with enough bullshit. Since he was currently on his way to some random ass, out of nowhere meeting that had been called.
And although he had been laid up at the moment, just like any other man in his position would have he jumped up. Shit when the money was calling he'd drop what and whoever. But because she didn't know precisely what it was that he did - Kimani began to pester and bug him about coming along.
