Cleanin' Up The Hood

Cruisin'

Wanna know what death feel like

I suggest you stay in the house at night

The scope I got for the riffle

Fit real nice

Ugh, shit music.

She liked old Kendrick Lamar and all, but damn did he have nothing else on his playlist. Worst, he was playing Kendrick Lamar's mixtape. In her opinion, it was one of his more ass ones. That "Get Throwed" freestyle was complete garbage.

"Can we listen to something else? I don't want to listen to this," Vee said adding another thing to her list of complaints. What the fuck did she look like listening to this ancient shit?

"Put on some Megan Thee Stallion." She commanded. She made it seem like he was her chauffeur.

First was she didn't want to ride in his "old ass car". Then, his interior "disrupted" the material of her Armani jeans. After that, she claimed he "drove too fucking fast". Now, this.

"No deal," Zay replied bluntly. He didn't glance over at her.

"Your car smells like old Black & Milds and hoe pussy,"Vee added.

"Thanks, I appreciate it," Zay replied.

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Vee shot Zay a nasty look. There was nothing she hated more was being brushed off. But, being brushed off and patronized? She wanted to wring his neck.

She had her feet propped on his dashboard. This time he did look over to see her expensive, green sneakers on his dashboard. His lip curved downward slightly.

"Nice kicks. Now, get them off my dash."

She raised an eyebrow and let out a small snort. She didn't budge to move her feet off his dashboard.

Just who in the fuck's daddy are you?

"You act like my shoes dirty or something. You'll be aight." Vee replied in that haughty tone of hers. What authority did one of her Pop's dope boys have over her? He must don't know who she was.

Vee motherfuckin' Johnson.

It made her skin crawl at the uppity little demeanor he had. The way he spoke and answered her ass if HE wasn't on HER father's payroll. She was gonna check him real quick.

Zay sighed deeply. He didn't argue with her again. Instead, he was silent as he veered sharply right making Vee hit her head against the car door.

She let out a sharp gasp and whipped her head around to face him with her eyes blazing with slapped her hand against the door to lift and straighten herself up against the seat.

"Pothole."Zay simply said.

"Yo, what the fuck?" she snarled. She rubbed the side of her head. Ugh, if she got a knot on her head. She would curb stomp him.

"You did that on purpose," She said finally taking her feet off his dashboard.

"These Xenos Snakes and this hair cost more than your life." Vee pulled down the sun visor and examined herself in the mirror. She fumed as she raked her braids back in order.

"You'll be aight," Zay replied. There was a slight hint of him mimicking the tone she used earlier. Her mouth was gapped open slightly at his impudence. She almost wanted to snicker at the way it had caught her off guard.

Ok, point for you.

She hid her smirk and then scoffed.

"Whatever, anyway, you got the heat?"Vee asked him in a more serious tone.