She Got Her Own

2.

Kymani

I finally got out the shower after 30 steaming minutes. I had to decide what to wear. Wrapping my towel around my waist, I walked into my closet. I searched and searched but eventually settled on something simple. After lotioning up, I put on my deodorant and slid on my clothes. Just then, my phone rang. I looked at the caller ID and answered.

"Yo, watchu got?" I heard her laugh.

"You won't believe this. The Red nigga you bout to meet with is actually very well known. Definitely known in Jamaica, Russia, and the other New England states. It seems like he avoided being known in New York until now. He's been lowkey but in and out of jail for stupid charges. Nothing major, that's it." Candy said to me.

"Oh word? Iight, bet. Thank ya." I hung up.

I put my phone down and sprayed some perfume. It's not that I was tryna impress anyone, I just liked dressing up, ya feel me? I looked at the time and it was 6:30. I had to meet with him for 8:30.

What to do..

I decided to just go take a drive and listen to music. I grabbed my keys, my phone, and my gum then went to my car. I put the gun in the glove compartment and started my car. Plugging in the aux cord, I went to my playlist and clicked one of my favorite songs. The music came through the speakers loudly.

I'm the king of the trap, El Chapo Jr
I'm the king of the trap, El Chapo Jr
El Chapo Jr, El Chapo Jr, El Chapo Jr, El Chapo Jr
I'm the king of the trap, El Chapo Jr
Anywhere on the map, I bring it to you
El Chapo Jr, El Chapo Jr, El Chapo Jr, I'ma bring it to ya

I wear Versace like it's Nike, you don't like it do you
I bet you feel this bankroll if I bump into you, oh yeah
Chopper bullets flying errywhere, got them chopper bullets flying errywhere
.223 chopper clip as long as Stacey Augmon., in the restaurant I order 2 fried lobsters
Napkin on my Balmains, smokin' with lil mama
Like fuck your baby daddy, his daddy should've worn a condom
All these grams on me, all these bands on me
Make her want to dance on me and put her hands on me
Sprinter van on me, I got them Zans on me
Driveway so damn long by the time I leave I'm damn asleep

I'm the king of the trap, El Chapo Jr
I'm the king of the trap, El Chapo Jr
El Chapo Jr, El Chapo Jr, El Chapo Jr, El Chapo Jr
I'm the king of the trap, El Chapo Jr
Anywhere on the map, I bring it to you
El Chapo Jr, El Chapo Jr, El Chapo Jr, I'ma bring it to ya

I done put so many on I can't fall off, trying to see how much the West End Mall costs
I might buy a Maybach and paint it all gold, buy a crib fill the rooms up with all stoves
Wish I could tell you what its doing to me pocket full of money I call it a sea
I feel like I just paid off the plug, drop the top off the whip, hell I receive
High life nights so I woke up this evening, can't pimp me so don't you tip me
Rims on the car make it six feet, so I can park the car wherever the blimps be
I want a bird for my birthday, I drink syrup with no pancakes
Yeah, bitches round my pool, I make them hoe look like my landscape
Yeah, El Chapo J R R, multicolor A.R. rules
Looking like I play ball, tell 'em keep they day jobs

I'm the king of the trap, El Chapo Jr
I'm the king of the trap, El Chapo Jr
El Chapo Jr, El Chapo Jr, El Chapo Jr, El Chapo Jr
I'm the king of the trap, El Chapo Jr
Anywhere on the map, I bring it to you
El Chapo Jr, El Chapo Jr, El Chapo Jr, I'ma bring it to ya