In Love With A Street Nigga

Chapter 7

Razell POV

"Aye boss we found them niggas that hit our houses" one of my workers said to me. "Aight I'll be out there in a minute" I said as I continued to count my money. I had counted my shit three fuckin times and everytime I came out to 125,000 dollars; I was short a whole damn sixty Gs. I grabbed my AK and left my office making my way down the hall way. Today was not my muthafuckin day, not only did I have the deal with the bitch niggas that had hit my houses but, I felt betrayed. One of these niggas working for me been stealing from me. I walked into the backroom to see three niggas hog tied on the floor. I walked up to one of them and squatted down next to him so I could hear what he was saying. "So yawl hoe ass niggas thought it would be okay to hit my trap houses huh?" "FUCK YOU PUSSY ASS NIGGAS" he spat. Spending yo money felt real good my nigga" I wasn't even finnah entertain these bitch ass niggas I ain't have the patience or the amusement right now. I hit that nigga in his mouth with the butt of my gun before I stood up and put my foot on the back of his neck. "The difference between me and you my nigga is that Ima always be on top hoe ass nigga." I watched now amused as I fired into his skull. I walked to the next dude, "you got something to say my nigga"? "Nigga fuck..." Was all he could get out before I fired his ass up. I walked over to the last nigga his pussy ass was shakin like a stripper. I could tell he was the youngest out the three. "What about you potna, you gone show yo ass like yo homies or you gone cooperate?" "Man look I ain't even take yo shit, I just drove the car them niggas ran up in yo shit by they self." "Let this nigga up"  I said to one of my workers who looked at me like I was crazy. "Alright Lil nigga, since you the only one that cooperated Ima let you go but if I find out you was with these niggas I'm coming for yo ass" I said to him putting my gun to his head. I stepped to the side and let him walk past me. He was finnah walk out the...POW POW POW POW...he fell to the floor. Yawl really thought I was gone let his ass go. First of all his pussy ass is a snitch. Fuck snitches get stitches, nigga snitches get murked. Second, I don't give a fuck if that nigga "didn't take none of my shit" he was still with they pussy asses so therefore he just as guilty in my book. I turned around to face my workers. I'm only gone say this shit one MUTHAFUCKIN TIME!... Whoever think they G enough to fuck with me better wake the fuck up and reevaluate yourself. I'm missing sixty Gs and if my shit not back in my safe in the next 12 hours, somebody gone get a worst treatment than these muthafuckas. "Clean this shit up!"

I walked out the trap and hopped into my Phantom and sped off down the street. I need to ease my fuckin mind and calm my nerves I thought to myself as I walked into my house. I went upstairs to my bedroom and pulled my weed stash out of the drawer next to my bed. I broke down the kush and rolled me three blunts before I took my shirt off and layed on my bed. "I need some pussy" I thought to myself as I took a long pull from my blunt. I ain't feel like dealing with Michelle rachet ass today so I pulled out my phone and started scrolling through my contacts. "Thot 1...Thot 2...Thot 3...Christina..." I lightly chuckled as I pictured her Lil fiesty ass, Ima fuck with her today I said as I sent her a message.

Me: Stank Ass...

Christina: My ass don't stank dick face

Me: You sure? I ain't wanna say nothing while we was at the shop because yo friend was there Lol.

Christina: LMAO nigga fuck you! What is you textin me for anyways?

Me: Chill with me?

Christina: Tuhh TF I look like? Better call one of your hoes kmsl.

Me: Naaah I need somebody to vent to RNS

Christina: I'm not Doctor Phil

Me: Chill out frfr just chill with me.

I had finished all three of my blunts and watched an episode of Love and Hip Hop before her ass replied to me.