Page 17 of It’s The Dawg In Him For Me

“Damn, my nigga, that’s how you feelin’ this drop?” I asked and picked up an AR, making sure it didn’t have any serial numbers tied to the shit.

“My people been mad lately, and it shows. Prices still the same though.”

I nodded and pulled out 40K. “Here nigga, mix my shit up and put it in the truck.”

Jose nodded, and I hopped back in my car and put the word out while I waited on him to load my shit up—pause.

Once he closed the hood, he walked to his car. “I’ll hit you next pickup.”

I nodded, started my shit, and pulled off.

When I got back around the hood, Dre and a few of our niggas was in a dice game.

“The word out?” Dre asked, already knowing what I was on.

I nodded. “You already know. My pack come through?” I asked.

He nodded. “It’s in the room in the spot.”

I walked up the steps and, as I stepped into the trap, I yelled back. “Tell the streets I'm out here.”

Inside, I dapped up a few niggas on the game, then went to the back and grabbed my pack outta the hiding spot and started to break it down, when I got another call from DON’T ANSWER. I looked at that shit and laughed as I continued to break down my weed and bag it up.

I was in my zone, rapping along to the music, watching what was going on outside and on my phone when I heard a slight knock and looked toward the door and saw shorty from across the street standing there.

“Wussup with you, girl?”

She shook her head and walked further into the room.

“Nothing much, wussup with you?”

I shrugged and kept my eyes on my work. “Nothin, getting to the money.”

“I see that,” she said softly. “I was tryin’ to see if I could get some off you.”

“How much?”

She looked around the room. I looked up from the weed I had laid out, trying to see what she was doing.

“I need a Vick.”

I nodded. “That’s eighty-five.”

She looked at me, shocked. “Eighty-five dollas?”

I laughed. “Yeah, you want the shit or not?”

“I do,” she said quick. “I don’t have the money for it tho’.”

I looked back at her. “Well, I guess you need to go find the shit, ain’t it? I don’t know what the fuck else you want me to say.”

She walked in front of me and dropped to her knees.

“If I suck your dick, can you give it to me?”

I smirked. “If it's worth it.”

She licked her lips, and I pulled my dick out, and shorty swallowed my 10-inch, curved black dick. I was surprised she could fit it all in her mouth.