DA 6 CRACKHEADS

Chapter 7: Corterrius

"TERRY, WHERE YO BICH ASS AT?" Stephon and Bj yelled. They were at the shell gas station, dark as hell, waiting on Corterrius.
"Bet dat nigga stealin sum Captain Crunch," giggled Stephon, "it's too creepy to be outside in this bich."
Five minutes later they saw a can come around the corner of the gas station. "Dafuq was dat?" Asked Keyshawn. "Ima go back there n find out. Y'all comin with me too n I don't give a damn if y'all scared."
They all slowly walked around the gas station, as they heard spray cans, and laughing.
"I think Terry back here," whispered Bj. "It sound like he with another person."
"What u think they doin?" Asked Keyshawn. "If they gettin it in, Ima post that shit on worldstar."
"Ight on three we gon jump n see who back there. 1.... 2..... 3!"
"Wat da fu- o Wasup Bj."
"Why ain't yo ass waited in de front?"
"I got bored so I spray painted on walls and This nigga came along. His name Traderrius."
"O shit! How u kno Traderrius?" Asked Stephon.
"We been knew eachother. He used to be nice, now he mean as hell. He almost killed my ass! He gettin hoes too."
"Traderrius y u ain't told us bout him at  Burger King?"
"Yo dumbass didn't ask about it."
They all started arguing but Bj broke it up in a jiffy.
"STOP FUKIN TALKIN!" Said Bj. We came here for a reason, and that reason was to play basketball. So shut y'all asses up n we gon walk quietly to the court, Ight?"
"Ight."
"Okay then let's go."