I'm talkin 'bout puttin' on, ridin' out Glocks in my ma's house Front you with that work (I done fronted niggas work) You say you want that head up But we don't fight fair brah Catch you slippin' from your backside, then knock you out Ace gone stomp you out, then Buddah gon' stomp you out
"Momma ever seen you with a busted eye and busted mouth?!" Kianna and I yelled as we rapped along to Yg's My Nigga (Remix).
Nine milli pokin' out, 4 Fizzy pokin' out Death Row days show you what this West Coast about
We were currently at Josh's party and it was lit as fuck. Fortunately, Rochelle persuaded Ty to let me go-however she did it. Kianna had a cup in her hand but one of us had to drive so my hands were liquor free.
Eventually, I got thirsty from dancing and went inside. I walked in the kitchen and almost screamed when I saw Randy and his crew. Deciding to just complete my mission, I walked over to the cooler and bent over to grab a Sprite. Unfortunately, for me, the cooler was in front of Randy and bending over gave him access to smack my ass-which he took full advantage of.
I stood up properly and decked him in his chest. He held in chest, clearly in pain, and mugged me. I heard laughing from behind me causing me to turn around and mugg whoever was laughing.
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"Fuck you laughing at?" I asked.
Most people, no matter the gender, were scared of Smoke. I, however, was not one of those people. My dad taught me to fear no one but God and that's exactly how I've been living my life. Smoke might've thought he was like God since he picks and chooses who he kills when necessary but somebody needs to pop his egotistical bubble.
"Who you talking to?" He asked.
"Um, you the only one laughing."
"You might wanna watch ya mouth, ma." He said, stepping in front of me.
"And you might wanna get out my face."
He chuckled before pulling out his piece and pressing it to my forehead. Everybody in the room looked nervous except for me, who looked nonchalant, and Smoke, who looked ready to shoot.
"I'll blow ya fucking brains out right here, lil lady. Usually I don't have to get rough with no bitch."
"See that's the thing." I said. "There's a difference between me and everybody else in Sacramento-you don't put fear in my heart. So, if you're gonna shoot me, I'd hurry up and do it. If not, get that fucking gun out my face and move."
We stared in each other's eyes for awhile before he lowered the gun. I rolled my eyes and walked back outside.
"What took you so long?" Kianna asked as I sat next to her on the couch.
"I don't even wanna talk about that shit." I said, shaking my head.
"Nah cause if I gotta beat somebody ass, I need some of the story." She said, standing up and holding her hand out. "Let's go."
I grabbed her hand and followed her inside. While walking upstairs, I made eye contact with Smoke and rolled my eyes. We went inside the nearest bathroom and Kianna locked the door.
"Go ahead." She nodded.
"I went to the kitchen to get a soda and Randy and his crew was in there."
"Say less." Kianna said, heading out the bathroom but I caught her hand in time.
"The cooler was in front of Randy so when I bent over he slapped my ass. I punched him in his chest and Smoke started laughing. We got into a confrontation and he pulled a gun out on me." I said.
"Oh hell no."
She unlocked the door and basically ran down the stairs with me right at her heel. I would hate for him to pull a gun out on Kianna cause then I'd really have to intervene. She walked up to Smoke and stood in front of him.
"So, you think you can just pull a gun out on my bestfriend?" She spoke.
"Um, are you dumb? This is Smoke." The girl in Smoke's lap said.
"Girl, shut the fuck up. Speak when spoken to." I said.
Kianna already was dealing with Smoke and this lil girl need to learn her place.
"You real bold, Tanya." Smoke chuckled.
"I'm talking to you. Not her." Kianna said.
"Nah, how the fuck you know my name?" I asked.
"You heard the girl-I'm Smoke. I know everything."
"Well, since you think you know everything, you need to know that you ain't God or anything like him."
"You sure about that, baby?" He asked.
"Real sure." I said before going behind him and leaning down to his ear. "Cause at the end of the day, if a bullet goes through that conceited lil brain of yours, you done for. Period."
I stood properly before grabbing Kianna and heading back outside. We went to the dance floor and started dancing.
Okay, okay, okay Told her bust it open she said: "okay!" But what she wearing? Chanel and Dolce How she want it? Beat up like O.J Skurt, skurt on a bitch nigga How much time do you got for a rich nigga? I need action while I'm relaxin' and the bitch knows gymnastics So she can divide her legs on this dick like a fraction, right? Right, left, hit 'em with that right, left I got that best stroker, I don't need no pipe test My dick work girl I don't need no mic check No panties on, I can see your pussy through that white dress I ain't trippin' baby girl, make that money Cause if I fuck her right she just might give some to me And better yet, fuck with me for better sex I know all the right spots to keep that punani wet
Girl you know you look fine as hell, right? You know I buy you that Chanel, right? You know I fuck you like I'm fresh outta of jail, right? And if you cheated on me I won't care, right?
I twerked on Kianna as she pretended to throw dollars on me. The rest of the night was great but one thing was bugging me-the fuck is Smoke's problem? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
