Bite Size Trouble (Urban)

Will your friends let you down

No bitch threatens my life and thinks they're going to walk around smiling about it. I damn near almost killed Loosey for being such a dickhead.

"Hold up, girl, we're behind you, too," I heard Lucky say behind me.

"Yeah, Weavy Gonzales," Cass said. "I only chase after females I'm about to fuck. You walking like you the twin sister of Usain Bolt and this is the beat a bitch's ass Olympics."

"Yo, I'm about to hurt that bird for real," I said. "I don't give a fuck who's watching this time."

I was determined to get at that chick this time. No hesitation with me. I planned on whipping ass on sight.

"Bitty, girl, get a grip," I heard Lucky right beside me now. "You're not just going to go up in Club Ratchet and cause a scene, are you?"

"Why not?" I asked.

'Because it won't go down right," Lucky answered. "You know I love nothing more than to get at the bitch and her crew but popping off in a club ain't the move."

I stopped.

"What do you suggest then, Lucinda?" I asked because it sounded like she was backing out. "The bitch threatened to kill me and you're acting..."

"Whoa, don't bring it here," Lucky defended. "I told you that I'm the first to sign up in the whip a bitch's ass army. But let's be smart about this? She knows after she says some shit like that, we're going to gunning for her. Why would she decide to hole up in a piece of shit spot like Club Ratchet? Because she knows the ghetto niggas that run it and the hoes that surround it."

I just looked at Lucky.

"You trying to say she's got bodyguards?" I asked sarcastically.

'I'm trying to say she's a scared bitch and she won't fight us on our own," Lucky replied. "Think about it, if she was really about that life, she would have stayed after she said that. She sprinted. Her and her hoe ass posse. And look who told us, Lashonda. That bitch don't even like you but wants to give you information about where that bitch Jasmine at."

"So?" I said annoyed.

"So think about it, I know that chick ain't the smartest hoe but she ain't that stupid, either," Lucky reasoned. "We just confronted her today and the slut ran off. Then later on, she's calling you and threatening you practically begging for an ass whipping. Knowing we ain't the type of bitches that take that shit likely. Then she runs off to Club Ratchet and Lashonda tells us about it."

"I'm still not getting your point?" I was ready to put a mud hole in that bitch's back and Lucky was trying to have a normal conversation. "I don't give a fuck if she got about ten hundred niggas or bitches guarding her, I'm getting in that ass. Why are we still talking? Just this morning, you was the first bitch out of the car ready to duff ole girl. Now you talking about hold up, it may be a trap. Bitch, that hoe ain't no secret agency. She's a thot from the block. Only trap she know is between her stinky ass legs."

"Think about it for one second," Lucky tried reasoning again.

"I'm not thinking, I'm fighting and I thought you was my bitch that had my back," I snapped.

"I do but I don't know about..."

"About what?" I went off. "You scared now, bitch. It was all good this morning. Now that it might be some resistance, you tucking your head between your legs. You forgot how many niggas and bitches I fought because you want into a situation blindly. I didn't question it. You said, bitch, let's roll and I rolled."

"Lucky may have a point," Cass suddenly spoke.

Word, both my road dawgs were going against me.