𝐖𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐔 ৎ୭

XXV

Mercedes April Porter
Baton Rouge, Louisiana

"Where is you taking me?" I ask as he drives.

"Shhh, damn." He smacks his teeth.

I snatch the aux out of his phone making him side eye me. I plug in my phone and choose 6 God by RMC Mike

I'm on the path to being great, just gotta work harder
I put my dick all the way in, made her squirt harder
Gucci ski $1200 with the shirt collar
I like that Stingray 'Vette, but the 'vert harder
Aight, let me talk my shit
You gotta spend a half a ticket just to talk like this
I got a shotgun in my pants, that's why I walk like this
Spent 21 and some change on a Off White fit
Gucci backpack with the hat, another 12 bucks
I'm still spending old bread, I got a stale lunch
I make ten thousand every time my brother yell, "Punch"
Last night, I beat my pockets' ass, and they swelled up
You boys broke, man y'all still rolling tail blunts
So much water on my neck could make a whale jump

"The fuck is this?" D looks at me crazy.

"BITCH BOOTY WHITE, LIL ASHY MUHFUCKA!" I yell.

"I'M 5'7 BUT THIS CHOPPA MAKE ME 9'2!" I rap.

"LOOKING FOR A NEW BITCH TO FUCK THEN LIE TO!" I get hype.

He just shakes his head but low-key jams to it making me laugh.

He drives a few more minutes to an empty lot with a ton of cans and bottles and targets everywhere.

"Oh wow-" I see hella guns and ammo on a table.

"I'm a fighter, you not gone kill me nigga." I back away.

"I'm not finna kill yo dumbass." He mugs me.

"Oh- okay, good, well I just couldn't take that chance." I catch back up to him.

"You wanna learn how to shoot?" He picks up a random gun.

"Hell yea, I'm sick of posing with yo guns on safety." I sigh.

"A damn shame." He mumbles.

"What is this?" I ask picking up one.

"Don't point that hoe at me." He slaps my hand.

"You gone be my boyfriend!?" I point it at his head.

"Put that shit down April." He mugs me.

"I'm playinggg." I put it down.

"Crazy ass." He says under his breath.

"What was said?" I squint my eyes at him.

He ignores me and gives me sum ear plugs and glasses. Then takes sum fa himself.

"What gun you want lil mama?" He asks me.

"That pretty one." I point to the shiny silver and black one.

"Dis a Smith and Wesson .500, you can't handle that kickback." He shakes his head.

"Puleaseee." I beg.

"Nah." He puts on sum gloves.

I give him a stank face that he ignores.

"Just lemme try it it's pretty." I frown.

"You know what, aight." He nods.

That easy?

"Put deez on." He gives me a pair of black and pink gloves.

"Stand like dis." He fixes my posture.

He grabs the gun and checks the clip before handing to me.