Trey
"Wassup cuh."
"Trey"
"Sup"
That's all you heard as I walked in the warehouse. I simply kept walking. I dapped up the few people I talked to and others I ignored. I'm not fucking friendly. I went to Killer's office to talk to him.
"Wassup Killer, you was looking for me?"
"Yeah man, take a seat, I need you to do me a favor. I'll triple your pay." Hearing him saying that, I knew it had to be one hell of a job.
"Wassup man, what you need me to do?"
"Can you look after Andrea for me? Lately, I've been getting threats saying to watch out for my babygirl. At first, I thought it was a joke, you know I don't take these weak ass niggas serious but then they started sending pictures of her every move. You know how I am bout my princess. If something happens to her, I wouldn't hear the end of it from Destiny man & I wouldn't even be able to forgive myself."
"Mannnnnnnn Killer you know I'm not a babysitter."
"Do it for me Trey. I can't lose my babygirl man."
"Fine, I'll do it for you."
"Thanks man. I wouldn't have asked you if I knew anybody better that could handle the job."
Walking out of Killa's office, all I could think about was how I was stuck on babysitting duty. FUCK! One thing about it tho, I hope shorty don't have an attitude. I ain't with allat. She lucky I need the extra bread or I wouldna gave a fuck. We shall see how this goes i guess.
