He Make That Thing Go Drip Drop (Hakeem Lyon Love Story)[ON HOLD]

This Means... War?

"You wanna do what?" I ask her.

"I wanna take down Tiana. Get her fired, mess up her career, I dunno! I want her to pay for what she's done to me." She says.

"And what exactly has she done to you?" I ask, acting dumb like I didn't know she's cheating on Kimberly.

"She's fooling around with that Gram guy! She told me she was faithful to me, but she's going around my back doing shady shit!" She says.

"So... why should I care about your feelings?" 

"Cause if I come up with a revenge plan, it's gonna be way more deadly than whatever you think of. Imagine the casualties." She says, and I roll my eyes.

"Ooh, so scary. How do you even know the rumors are true?" I ask her. She doesn't answer me. "Exactly. Niggas always tryna start something without knowing all the facts." 

"It's most likely true, though! It's not like she hasn't cheated before! How else did you end up with Hakeem? You were her sloppy seconds!" She says.

"Wow, you're really bad at making people want to help you. Have fun getting revenge by yourself." I say, walking away.

"Wait! I'm sorry. Please, I need your help." She yells after me. I roll my eyes, but the nice part of me wanted to help her. The regular part of me wanted to tell her to fuck off and choke on a dick and die.

"Fine! I've got other stuff to do today, but I guess I can fit you in somewhere." I say. Kimberly and I walk to the studio where Hakeem is.

"Rock, I figured it out! And... what is she doing here?" Keem says, holding Royal.

"She's, uh..."

"Here to get revenge on that cheating bitch Tiana."

"Guilty until proven innocent!" I say, looking at her.

"Okay, this is what we doing now? We helping annoying bitches?" Keem asks.

"I'm tryna be civil and all that. And what happened to not cursing in front of our kid?" I ask.

"You right, I forgot."

"Wait, this is your son?" Kimberly asks.

"Yep." I say, popping the "p." 

"So he's... my nephew?"

"Eh, biologically speaking, I guess." I say with a shrug. "But... this isn't about you. So, Keem, what'd you come up with?" I ask.

"Right! Come over here." He says, pulling me toward the sound board. He starts playing his song, and it was pretty good.

Hakeem:

You ain't know
That's your new thing
Boy that's old work (old work)
And you ain't know
Should've did your homework

Damn boy that's your chick
I been hitting that
(any time any day yeah)
She ain't gone
(love you love you long time)
I bet that freak won't
(love you love you long time)

She on the band wagon
Walk around let pants sag
Pockets too deep
He give you a Gram
Not the whole thing
He too cheap
(I could put it on you)
Nah, you can stay there
You washed up
Get that boy mopped up
This that clap boy
For that whack boy
You ain't hot
You just a rebound
Tryna get the King's spot
Put some respect on it
This verse pop, don't it
If you put a ring on it
Bet I still own it
Just got a new Mack 11
I'm finna use it on Gram
Player I do what I want
You lame, you do what you can

We talking money I'll blowing bags all night
Just know that she gone do her dance for me all night
Don't let me catch you around here
Boy, it's on sight
Next day I'm out of town
I'll be on flight ha

You you be blowing up her line cause she be throwing me that
(cake cake cake cake)
You you you as soon as you leave
She be sending me a text like
Boy (get over here)

Yeah that's your new thing
Boy that's old work
And you ain't know
Should've did your homework
And I ain't even mad at you
Cause I can still hit that
(everyday everyday)

Way too heavy for a weak rapper
With some real hitters
Boy you with them actors
See you with my chick
Boy you can have her
Cause I'm done with her
I already had her
I'm probably where you want to be at
She hit me like
(Oh you like what you see yeah)
Nope I'm done with you
Had my fun with you
Cut you out my plans
Tiana probably still telling you that I'm the man
(the way you do it)
Shorty what you forgot that I hit your spot
Made it hot cause I'm the boss killing
Gram playing captain save a hoe
Well I'm the villain
They telling me it's go time
I'm 'bout to get 'em

We talking money I'll blowing bags all night
Just know that she gone do her dance for me all night
Don't let me catch you around here
Boy, it's on sight
Next day I'm out of town
I'll be on flight ha