Bad

Dont Got The Time

New POV

(Y'all Guess Who)

"Bitch get the fuck out" she said pointing to da door.

"Bitch?" I asked, raisin ma eyebrow.

She rolled ha eyes and jabbed ha finger at the door again.

I chuckled and walked out, knocking over her framed pictures that were sitting on the table.

I slammed the door on ma way out. Hoe got me fucked up.

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"Ay man, meet me at da trap in twenty." Reg said on the phone.

"Man...why?" I said scrunching my eyebrows, turning the corner.

"Nigga just show up. We holding a meeting and the captain gotta be there." He said.

"Well you coulda just said dat main." I said pulling into my driveway.

"Yea whatever. Just be there." Reg said with an attitude.

"Look hea." I said, chuckling getting out my car.
"You might've forgot...but I run shit round hea. Not yo bitch ass. So get dat shit straight right dea cuz I can clap yo ass in a second home boy"

He sighed. "Alright August"

"What was that?" I asked.
He cleared his throat. "Okay boss"

I slammed my car door and hung up. Im not wasting my time on these bitches today. And I'm definitely not showing up at no bitch ass meeting.