Page 53 of It’s The Dawg In Him For Me

“Ya nigga run shit. Blaze know what it is if I am claiming somethin’.”

She nodded, and I hopped out and opened the door for her.

“Is this Ms. Nylah?” Dre asked.

“It is,” Blaze said.

I laughed. “Nigga, I pulled shorty weeks before you were even home.”

“All facts,” Dre added. “That nigga been talkin’ bout her since he hit her whip.”

I nodded while Blaze stared me down.

“You could have told me you knew my nigga, baby girl, that’s all I’ma say.”

Nylah tilted her head. “How the fuck I’ma tell you who the fuck I know when I hardly know you?”

I laughed with my niggas as I walked up the steps, taking her inside.

“She got you with that one,” I said to Blaze as I walked past him.

Inside the trap, we had some YNs. Our lil’ runners were in there playing the game.

“Ayo,” I yelled out. “Make a move, I need the room.” Without talking, them niggas turned off the game and made their way outta the trap.

Nylah took a seat on the couch, and I walked into the back, grabbed all that I needed, and brought a table ova to her.

“You eva bagged weed before?”

She laughed a lil’ bit. “Boy, hell nah.”

“Good,” I said, setting everything up. “That mean I can teach you somethin’.”

“And why do I need to learn this?”

“Because, you neva know what could happen. You could have to hit a quick lick for yourself, or if I'm eva in a bind, you can get me straight.”

Nylah smiled, leaned ova, and kissed me.

“Show me what this shit is about before I change my mind.”

I showed her how to zero out the scales. We went through how much a pool, a Vick, and a zipped weighed. She acted like she was green to the shit, but she knew a lil’ bit and caught on fast.

Nylah kept up with me when I talked shit, talking right back to not only me, but she stood her ground against my niggas, even Blaze mad ass.

It didn’t take us long to get all the weed bagged up, then I passed it off to my lil’ niggas.

“That’s it?” she asked. “That’s all you do?”

I laughed. “Hell nah, girl. I let them handle the lil’ shit and me and my niggas handle the bigger shit.”

She nodded. “And what is the bigger shit?”

I stared at her for a second. “Are you sure you ready for that? You not gonna run off on me again?”

“Your reputation is what had me ghost you…nothin’ else about you.”

“What you think about a nigga now?”