v. 5ever [asap rocky x tyler the creator]

01. gutterboy

01. gutterboy

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RAKIM
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HARLEM
MAY 25TH

I let out a low grunt as I watched some broad I knew from high school suck my shit up. She wasn't the best,, but I needed something to pass the time as I waited on jordan to get the information about this hit. I continued to watch the girl struggle to swallow my inches, feeling sorry for her.

"Sweetie it's okay if-" I stopped my speech, interrupted by my phone ringing. "Saved by the bell," I muttered as I pulled out my phone, smiling once I saw the name jordan pop up on my screen.
"Oh shordie, you can leave now or whatever." I muttered as I grabbed a wet wipe and cleaned my dick. "Learn how suck this shit before you bag a nigga, aite? Now, get out."

I watched her slowly get up and grab her stuff, probably more than embarrassed, before walking out my apartment. Once the door slammed shut, I quickly picked up the call and held the phone up to my ear. "What, nigga?"

"The fuck took you so long to answer my call, nigga?"

I snorted as I got up and moved towards my kitchen, looking through the cupboards for some hidden snacks. "I ain't yo bitch nigga, I ain't gotta pick up after the third ring."

"well, you should start, nigga, this man yams moving crazy." Jordan sighed into my ear.

"Whatchu mean, 'moving crazy'?"

"So, you know how we set to do this hit tonight?" Jordan prolonged making me roll my eyes like fifteen times in a Damn second.

"Get to the fucking point, jordan."

"This nigga want us to kill that one rich nigga that live in soho." Jordan deadpanned making me furrow my eyebrows in confusion.

"Who?"

"Dave."

"East?" I sputtered out in disbelief. "Nuh, uh, that nigga got mob fucking ties, im not trying to be hunted for this."

"Bruh, that nigga gon pay us 55k if we get this done."

"Yeah...55k for our funerals! Yams know I don't fucking play with mobsters, I don't fuck with that hunted shit, he KNOWS this. He knows." I seethed, irritated. It seems like this nigga tryna set us up, not help us out.

"Its that or end up on the fucking news, rocky."

"Bitch, we gon end up on the fucking news anyways if we pull through!" I snapped before taking a deep breath.

Inhale,

Exhale

Never mind, that shit don't work for me.

"Bruh, tell him to push that shit back a couple weeks, I'm trying not to lose my fucking cool." I stated as I took a seat on my counter.

"Bro, let's just get it done!"

"Okay, mister smarty pants, riddle me this; we just got told who we killing today, we have no plan at all, yet, you're ready to bust through a fucking mobsters house, unprepared. How do you think that's gonna end ?"