Caprice
"What's Up Red?"
I Just Came Out The Barbershop & Remembered Who Dude Was.
I Raised My Head."Sup Dope Boa You Got My Money?"
It Was Silent For A Lil Bit. The Dude Started Rambling In His Pocket For Some.
"Do You Hear Me? I Said, Do You Got My Money."I Started To Get Impaitent. Fucking Around With My Money Will Have Me Ready To Kill Somebody.
"Nah Man, But Imaaa..... Imaa..... Pay You."He Said Stuttering, He Would Never Look At Me.
"Man You Been Telling Me This For How Long?"I Pulled Out My Gun.
Yeah I Pulled It Out, In Broad Day Light. Fuck 12, They Know What I'm About.
"Look Man, Ima Pay You. I Had To Get My Kids They Christmas Gifts. Man Ima Pay You."
People From The Barbershop Came To The Window To Look At The Action. Motherfuckers Be Expecting A Show, So When Some Shit Go Down They'll Be The First People To Call & Snitch To Get That REWARD Money.
You Can't Trust NOBODY, Not Even Ya Own Color.
I Shook My Head & Bust His Shit With The End Of My Gun."If You Don't Have My Money By Next Week That's Yo Ass Bruh."
He Just Laid There Silently.
I Kicked Him In His Face & He Started Yelling & Spitting Up Blood."Man Okay Ima Pay You."
I Nodded."You Know Were I Be. Now Get The Fuck Outta Here."
Dope Boa Got Off The Ground & Took Off Running.
I Chuckled 'Weak Ass Nigga' I Thought To Myself.
A Group Of Girls Walked By Giggling & Shit. One Of Just Kept Looking Back At Me. She Was Hella Cute, She Favored Christina Milian.
"What's Up Ma?"I Yelled To Her.
All Of The Girls Turned Around Which Caused Me To Laugh, Didn't None Of Them Look As Good As She Did.
"Who You Talking Too?"One Of Her Friends Asked.
I Pointed To Her."I'm Talking Bout Lil Shorty Right Here With The Crop Top & High Waisted Jeans."
She Started Smiling Real Hard Showing Her Lil Dimples.
"Come Here Ma."I Called To Her.
She Started Walking Towards Me, I Could Tell She Was Shy Her Face Was Hella Red.
"What's Up? I Seen You Checking Me Out. I'm ------."
"Caprice."She Said Cutting Me Off.
"I See You Know Me."
She Nodded."The Streets Be Talking, But I'm Paris."
I Smirked."A Cute Name, For A Cute Girl."
She Started Smiling Hard."Thanks, Your Not Bad Yourself."
"Preciate That Ma. Lemme Get Yo Number So I Can Hit You Up Sometimes."I Grabbed My Phone Out My Pocket.
She Started Looking Worried."Umm, I Don't Think My Boyfriend Will Like That."
I Laughed."You Scared To Have A Friend?"
"Nah I'm Not, It's Just...."
"It's Cool I'll Respect That."I Said Sliding My Phone Back Into My Pocket.
"Here Give Me Your Number & I'll Text You."She Handed Me Her Phone & I Typed It In.
"I'll Be Waiting On That Text."
