Runnin' The Streetz

2.

Rico

"I ain't fucking with this shit" I said flicking the blunt out the window, blowing smoke out the side of my mouth.

We was waiting on a trade with these other dealers from anotha cartel. I been feeling like this some grimy shit so we might just pull out on this shit.

"Bro, they pulling up now. Just be smooth" My nigga Adonis said and cocked his gun carefully sticking it on his waistband.

I shook off the feeling, but tucked my heat away just in case.

Getting out the car I had Don grab the briefcase full of hundreds, totaling into 150k in trade of Cocaine.

"I expect you have the total amount? Open." This old white man Jeff Taylor who stood at 5'7, white slick back hair, and all over wrinkled skin. He had demanded me as Don cracked open the brief, revealing 100's.

"You got the product? I only got the money if you got the product ." I said and his heavy ass body guard tossed the duffle bag full of brick Cocaine into his arms.

I extended the case for the bag. But seen one of them steroid ass guards slowly reach back for his gun and I guess Don did too and shot him and his partner before they got their shit out.

I whipped out my heat and popped Jeff in the center of his forehead. I stepped over his dead body and picked up the drugs while taking my money and popping them both in the trunk.

"Thanks friends. Nice doing business with you." I chuckled to myself, getting into the car and pulling off.

"I told you bro." I shook my head driving back to the trap.

"But look. We got the money and the drugs, we ain't lose shit. Just a connect." Don said, I nodded and we laughed and shook up.

"Ahhh. You right. But we gotta start riding more heavy when we making moves, my boy." I told him, starting up  the car and pulling off and he nodded in agreement.

Pulling up to our warehouse, we got out to see if anyone was watching us or if cars were out of the ordinary. 

"What's up bro?" My former cousin said getting me tryna shake up as I came through the door. 

What  the fuck he coming up in here for? I thought to myself.

I mugged him and kept walking to the back.

"Who the fuck let him in here?!" I asked everybody, pointing to Simeon and everybody looked around seeing who did it.

I looked to Justin  who not even supposed to be here either. My mans just went to college

"Nigga why the fuck you here too? Go to practice or some shit, don't make me call yo Dean and shit." Justin eyeballed me and then flicked me off clearly high. And he continued to break down his weed.

"Wassam tho bro. Yo cousin all eyes and shit" Justin said as he started rolling up.

"Ion even know why his pussy ass here. Probably wearing wires and shit." I said talking like the nigga ain't standing right behind me.

"Y'all gone talk about me like I'm not Here? Fuck y'all scan ass niggas." He sounded upset.

"Get yo snitch ass up outta hear, wanna talk to somebody?  Talk to the Fed's" I said matter of factly.  This nigga lost all parts of his fucking mind if he think his snitch ass is welcomed up in here.

"Pleaseee man-" I cut him off before he could continue to talk.
"GET YO SNITCH ASS OUT OF HERE DUDE. I'M REALLY TRYING NOT TO BEAT YO ASS" I yelled to his ass, and everybody who was working and wasn't already looking at me stopped and was now.