Traphouse King

𝕋𝕙𝕣𝕖𝕖

When it came to fucking with niggas on that kicking its tip, I didn't get down like that because I had this thing where niggas instantly started hating on me. I was a lion, and I needed to have my own pride, and I didn't want other males anywhere near my vicinity.

I only kicked it with two niggas, and their names were Arren and Devon, but everyone in the hood, including myself, called them, Stacks and Stoner. I met Stacks when I was in the third grade, we got into over this fast girl named Amber that we both liked. I thought she was my girlfriend, but it turns out everyone, including Stacks, was her damn boyfriend.

She tried to get us to fight each other, and whoever wins get her all to themselves. We ended up playing her instead by getting cool with each other and start talking about things we didn't like about her. We learned from a couple fifth-grade guys that she was very sexually. So, we can up with a plan to invite her over to Stacks's house since the people were never home.

Stacks hit her up inviting her over for some PT when she came over, they went into his room while I waited in the closet, they were kissing, and all that shit and he signaled me to come out. Safe to say Amber was shocked, she didn't think me and homeboy would ever get cool.

Not gone lie, we were disrespectful little boys trying to flip her out, but she was acting like she is a Godly child, so when Stack showed the video of her fucking two fifth grades, she cried. The next day I was getting off the morning school bus and noticed Stacks had his hands balled up in a fist.

Apparently, Amber went and snitch to her big brother that was in the fifth grade with two other guys with him. I walked over just in time to see Stacks take his shirt off. "Yo, I ain't scared of none of you, niggas. Y'all some bitches trying to jump me!" he hollered, then swung and punched one of Amber brother's friends in the jaw knocking him on the ground.

As soon as he fell, Amber's brother and the other guy swung at the same time. But that didn't stop Stacks from a swing with calculating blows. I never like pussy ass niggas that couldn't fight one on one, so I charged over so fast and got to swinging, hitting one face after the next.

I knew they bitch asses was surprised because every time I connected with one of their faces, the nigga would run away. "Get the fuck off him!" I yelled, still swinging. After that day, we always had each other back; we knew to jump into fights unless it was more than one nigga, of course. And since then, I trusted that nigga with my life.

After fifteen years later, Stacks and I got even closer, high school was nothing but drama. We stayed to fight them nigga and stealing they bitches; that how we ended up cool with Stoner. Nigga was always high coming to school, making everything a joke, but when it came to his hands, that shit is lethal. I drove over to 25th and Lexington, where Stack's trap was and parked my car behind his red G Wagon. I got out my car and made my way through the weed planting area of his trap with the sun beaming down on my head.

It felt extremely humid outside, and even though I was wearing Polo shorts and a black wife beater. With the matching red and black Air Jordan 13 Retro, it kept me overheating. However, the motherfucker still stuck to my body like a second skin.

I made it to the inside of the trap finding Stacks down on one knee, shaking dice, getting ready to roll them out of his hands. He looked up with the back-screen door slam shut and smiled at me, "Que! What's good, my nigga? You just in time finna make all these niggas broke." He said, standing, and we slapped hands together before bringing it into a hug, then pulling around and twisted our fingers around together.

"Mane, y'all gone have to teach me that shit. Shit fye ass fuck." One of the boys spoke from the ground. Both me and Stacks shook our head laughing know it took three years to figure that shit out, and Stoner made it longer being high and all.

Stacks has got back down with three other dudes, all with money in their hands and their eyes on the pile of cash stacked in the middle. I walked over to them and could two sizing me up. More than likely, they were assessing the threat that I posed to them.

Now you see why my circle small as fuck.

Around Jackson, it was packed with jack boys that would be quick to lay you out and take yo shit. But all that stealing shit makes you look weak, and I was all about my hustling. So, I went over and kneeled beside Stacks as he shook the dice and rolled them out in the circle.

The dice fell on the number nine. He pulled out a band and peeled off a hundred. "I'll straight nine for hundred, I'm also taking all side bets." Looking over at the men. They began to fade his bet, and every man pulled out a hundred and tossed in a pile. Stacks was the last to put his hundred in a pile, leaving it on top.

I was counting the amount of money that was all in a pile, and if Stacks roll another nine, he would have won a gee. Stacks smirked and ran his tongue across the front of the sliver diamond grill, looking from one man to the next. He nodded. "Yo, on everything, this the fastest money I ever made," he patted on my chest.

He turned the dice over in his hand before placing them side by side and shook them furiously. He glanced one more time at the men before him and started laughing. He rolled the dice in the circle, and they were a few feet away from him, and they landed on a five and a four. All the guys smacked their lips and suck their teethes, pissed.

"Hell yeah, give me my shit," one by one, he went around and got all his money pushing it into a perfect stack. "Que, take my picture," he tapped me using his pinky to pull his bottom lip down to show he grill and had the Stack of money to his ear.

"Nigga hell Nah, the fuck I look like," shaking my head laughing. Stacks smacked his lips, snatching his phone out my hand.

"Aye, Stacks, I fuck with you later this week. I need to remake this money I lost," a dude with cornrows stood up and dapped him up. The other two shout out their bye and walked around the corner. "Aye, you trying to hit the club this Saturday?" I looked over at Stacks and gave him 'really nigga' look before flashing the money I had got earlier plus the paycheck I cashed out before coming here.

"Heard!" we laughed and slapped each other's hands. We sat on a decent black couch in the front of his trap where the TV was. Stack started breaking the weed down as I got the gars ready, "Mane, where the fuck is Stoner, high ass at."

I pulled my phone out my pocket and texted that nigga only to get a picture of some light skin girl arching her back. I shook my head and showed Stacks, and he busted out laughing. "Mane, if that nigga at smoking, he fucking some bitch, I swear."

"Heard," I called out.

The rest of the day, we chilled at the trap and smoke until our minds were gone.