She been around the block…pussy wet and hot
Can’t trust her…she’s a nut buster
Dick down her throat…skilled never chokes
She’ll suck you dry…peep the look in her eyes
She wants my heart…it’s not mine to handle
My lady deserves that world…not a studio scandal
I ain’t the one…you can’t be my two
Got a queen and my role…make her dreams come true
She don’t want money…she just wants my time
Believes in me…gonna always be mine
A nut ain’t worth…losing my world
Sex ain’t better than love…I’m riding with my girl
When Asao looked at Shawna, her face blazed and everyone in the studio went crazy.
“Damn, he didn’t have to do her like that,” someone said through a laugh, opening the door for everyone to talk their shit.
“Girl, leave now. You can’t recover from that.” Trina smirked from her position on Niles’s lap. He chuckled, knowing his boy was on one. Asao already didn’t give a damn about how reckless his mouth was but the weed in his system only made matters worse.
Shawna’s eyes moved around the room before she was up and heading toward the door to leave. When she glanced at the booth, Asao smirked and winked at her. Shawna shot him a bird and stomped her way out.
He tapped the glass and circled his finger in the air, letting Dom know to run that shit again. It was time to put in real work so he could take his ass home and fuck forgiveness into his girl.
By three a.m., Asao had multiple new tracks he felt good about. By six, no one was left but the three friends. Dom had the tracks mixed and cleaned up so their boy could do his thing. Niles had been making calls to get his boy’s music in rotation. He had no connections but understood money made shit happen. If they had to pay to play, that was how they would get shit done. Once the city was on board, there wouldn’t be a soulwho would deny them. Asao had the talent and the drive to get them out of the streets.
“Ay, I might need you to run me by the crib,” Asao muttered, going through his texts. His girl had hit his line an hour ago cursing him out about not being home. It was Tuesday and she had classes all day. Since Asao’s whip was out of commission with a busted engine, he had been pushing the one he’d purchased for his baby. He didn’t need much, so while she was riding in luxury, he was in bullshit.
“You drove,” Dom said from beside him as they pushed through the door to exit the side of the building.
“Yeah I know but My got class today and she hit my line saying she was coming to get her shit.”
“Yeah, your ass fucked up. You can have my sofa until she lets you come home again.” Niles smirked, tossing his hood over his head and shoving his hands into the pocket of his hoodie.
“Muthafucker, you bought that shit. How she putting you on a foot chase?”
“Her name is on the paperwork,” Asao said with a sly smirk, knowing that his money had made the purchase but her happiness was what negotiated ownership.
“You know she’s running this muthafucker and his pockets,” Niles joked but knew it was all love between Asao and his girl. Wasn’t a damn thing she wanted that he wouldn’t make happen; so the week after she got her acceptance letter, he put keys in her hand. She didn’t ask him for anything but she didn’t have to.
As soon as they pushed through the doors, cold air wrapped around them but the chill that crawled down Asao’s spine didn’t have anything to do with the December temperatures. Something felt off and his boys felt it too because Dom and Niles mirrored his motion when he pushed his hand beneath his sweatshirt to retrieve the steel at his waist.
The second he lifted his head, everything slowed down. The sky was still dark from the early hour so he couldn’t lock in on anything until the red from the taillights cut through the darkness and the sound of the automatic firing stilled his heart.
Gun in hand, Asao took off running, firing at the blacked out Camry. Bullets flew past him when his boys mirrored his actions. Tires screeched, glass shattered, and a voice confirmed what he feared.
“Shit, that ain’t him. That’s his girl. Why the fuck you didn’t you check that shit…”
Clips emptied into the Camry, and when the driver caught one to the dome, the vehicle sped forward from the dead weight of his foot on the gas. The car crashed into the side of the building next to them. None of that mattered because the damage had already been done.
