I chuckled. “Fuck else am I supposed to do?”
He shrugged. “Not get a fucking wife.”
I laughed again. My boy was still stuck on the wife part and that shit was hilarious to me. “I fuck with her like that.”
“Don’t be tryna explain yourself to this nigga. He likes to talk about the same set of pillow bellied bitches that he finds attractive. Nigga mattress hops during these seasons.”
We all laughed. “Sure in the fuck do. But I told you, bitches ain’t stuffing belly in the leggings no more. They’re stuffing that fucking faja.”
I shook my head. “And you don’t like that?”
“Hell nah, because imagine that soggy ass skin after it comes out of that fucking sweat bandage. Niggas don’t want no soggy, nipped and tucked pussy.”
Aura threw his hands up in surrender. “I’m not even going to fucking ask. You pay that shit too much attention.”
“Nope, I just got a fucking preference. I just want me a naturally fucked up shape broad. Matter of fact you remember shorty your girl tried to put me on with?”
Aura nodded.
“Titties smelled like the inside of a belly button.”
I couldn’t hold back my laughter because he said that with the straightest face. “What the fuck, man?”
“I’m so serious. See they putting that fucking fat everywhere. I’m not with it, just leave it where it’s at. I swear I’ll appreciate it.”
This was his normal spill. Kasey was more bothered by females getting their bodies done than the bitches who had to heal up.
“I feel like you want you a female with a little work done. That way you do—” Aura started.
“I’m saying though. Have you ever looked at the back of your girl and realized that her thighs don’t match her ass?” Kasey looked over at Aura.
“See that’s where you’re fucking starting. Jolly ain’t got no fucking work done,” his brother defended.
“See that’s what she told you, and yo’ stupid ass believed her.” He shook his head and walked over to his tuck to refill his cup. “Just like you believed grandma when she said she wasn’t using the pool pit to sell pussy.”
This nigga was a trip.
“Why do you always have to bring up grandma?” Aura asked after the laughter subsided.
“Because she’s embarrassing as fuck. If I don’t laugh about the he shit I’ma be somewhere with nightmares. Outta all the nigga’s grandmas why does mine have to be the old ho?”
“You keep talking like that, you better hope she doesn’t catch your ass.”
“Catch me? You better hope the first lady doesn’t catch ha’ ass lacking.” He shook his head like he was disappointed. “I hope she keeps that gat on her.”
I chopped it up with them for a while before I ended up going to check in with my brother. Lately it was hard to get in touchwith my brother. He was either busy, or all in sis’s face. I swear this nigga was straight up in love, but he denied it if asked.
“Where did you just come from?” North asked the moment he got off the phone with who I assumed to be Gunz. He was cursing the nigga out for having his mother calling him back-to-back.
“Chilling with Kasey ‘nem. I told you to tell Tete that nigga didn’t work out. That soft shit will get a nigga killed.” I shook my head. Our cousin Gunz looked like a straight up pit in the face but was just as soft as a teddy bear. If you asked me he was good for nothing and got paid just to get lectured about simple stuff. I refused to hire him on my side, because I knew for sure his stupid ass would get me locked up. My business ran itself with minimal input from me, but with a nigga like Gunz on my team I’d be frowned up and pissed off just like my brother was right now.
“I know. Shit is just frustrating. What’s up with them niggas?”
“Same shit different day. Are you good?”
“They figure out that Ralf shit?” he asked.
“As far as I know. If not they would’ve told me.”
