Page 19 of It’s The Dawg In Him For Me

She sent the laughing emoji back.

Her: Now, why would you want problems like that?

Me: There's no problem when you run shit, princess. Be ready when I hit your line.

She texted me back asking about what time and where we were going. I didn’t respond to none of that shit and let her talk to herself.

About twenty minutes later, I was about to pull out when my nigga finally pulled up.

I hopped out and leaned on my car, waiting for him to get closer.

“Damn, nigga,” I said as he hopped out. “What the fuck was you on?”

Ryan exhaled hard. “My fault, nigga, my baby moms didn’t want to let me out the house.”

I nodded, but my eyes were locked on him. Something was off. That nigga looked off.

“You okay, blood?” I asked him.

He nodded quick. “Yeah-yeah, I'm good. Just had a long day. Let me see the shit.”

I let my blunt as I looked at him, thinking, feeling out the situation. Then I laughed to myself and leaned up from my car.

“Iight, nigga...”

We walked around to my trunk. He tried to walk behind me, but I kept an eye on him.

Before I opened my trunk, I placed my hand on top of it.

“Ryan, don’t fuckin’ try me…”

That was all that needed to be said for Ryan to pull his tool out, pause, and raise it to my face as he cocked it.

“Give me your whole pickup.”

I laughed. I might have been a lil’ crazy ‘cause I had no fear, even with a Glock pointed at my face.

“You think I’ma give you all the guns in my trunk? Nigga, you lost your fuckin’ mind and bout to lose your life behind it.”

Ryan stood firm, but that Glock in his hand was shakin, hard as a bitch.

“You okay?” I asked him. He never responded, just was breathing hard with a shaky ass hand. “You know you not built for this shit, right?”

“How the fuck you know?” he asked.

I pulled my Glock out of my pants without him even realizing and smacked him across the face, sending him to the ground.

“That’s how the fuck I know, nigga!”

“My teeth!” he yelled out. “You knocked out my teeth!”

I laughed. “Good, bitch, how the fuck you gonna try the Don like that? You know who the fuck I am in Brooklyn, nigga?!”

Ryan's whole tune changed now that he was on the ground.

“Ro-Rosama, I'm sorry. My BM said I needed to get my weight up.”

“Now you don’t have to worry about that shit.”