I walked in to see his house looked like he had a damn house party. He came to the living room with his boxers on and a bottle of Hennessy in his hand. Nigga was so drunk that he didn’t realize his dick wasn’t in his boxer. I wanted to punch him dead in his fucking face. Snatching the bottle out of his hand, I walked into his kitchen to see the same bitch that answered the door, eating another bitch on the countertop.
“Aye! Go put your fucking clothes on and get the fuck out,” I yelled. They didn’t stop so I pulled a knife from the drain and yanked the hoe from between the girl's legs and put the knife to her neck. “I said get the fuck out. When I speak, you fuckin’ move quickly.”
“What the fuck you doing?” Perc asked.
“Go put some fucking clothes on and come back so we can talk.”
This nigga had lost his damn mind. He had dope out in front of these hoes and a bunch of money. He was tweaking but I was about to get him together real quick. This shit could get us both fucked up and I had a damn baby on the way. Wasn’t shit going to take me away from my girl or my baby?
“Why the fuck you got four kilos sitting out in front of them hoes? Do you even know their fucking names?” Perc was pissing me off because he was ignoring me. I started grabbing the drugs and throwing them bag in the bag.
“Don’t touch my shit!”
“Yo shit?” I looked at his lil’ ass. “Muthafucka this my shit. I let you run it because I thought I could trust you to run it but carelessness shit like this is not it. One of them could’ve been aninformant and you got them in here laid the fuck up. You wanna tell me what the fuck going on with you?”
“I’m good,” he waved me off.
“Aight well, I’m taking this shit until you can admit what the fuck going on.” Perc tried to stop me by snatching on me. “Boy you better take your ass on away from me.,” I laughed.
“Leave it. We both agreed that your hands don't need to be dirty anymore. I just got some shit going on, but I got business under control.”
“I can go give this shit to someone else and they’ll have it ready and flipped by the time you can wash your fucking face.”
“I got it.”
“Perc, I got a baby on the way. If you keep being careless you gon’ send all our ass up the road.”
“Blessyn pregnant too?” Perc sat up.
“Fuck you mean too?” I asked confused.
He pulled the blunt that was behind his ear and sparked it.
“Her sister pregnant too. Don’t know if it’s mine or not. The same way you feel about Blessyn, that’s how I feel about Merci but she be on the Instagram modeling shit, and she be with niggas all the time. I get jealous and sometimes do things I shouldn’t.”
“So, you fuck off too just to feel better? Instead, talking it out. Y’all young muthafuckas crazy.”
“Ain’t nothing to talk ‘bout really.”
“I’ll be damn if I love a woman and don’t fight to be with her. Shit, I’m doing it all to get her. Sticking my dick in another bitch ain’t the answer and it won't make me feel better. Trust me, it ain’t nothing like laying up in that pussy of a woman you love. You be at home in that shit. Write your name all on that muthafucka uterus.”
“Aight nigga, I don’t need you reminiscing and shit ‘round me.”
“I don’t know her sister like but from what I do know she wild as fuck like you. You met your match, and she got you losing your mind. Chill on her until she has the baby. If it’s yours then you know you gotta do the right thing. If not, then you gotta make a decision if you wanna deal with her and another nigga baby. Love is strange like that.”
“Nah, I’ll never deal with her baby daddy.”
“But she dealt with your baby mama. You see what I’m saying. You gotta think shit through before making decisions.”
“Right now, I’m chilling.”
“Don’t chill too much. Fuck ‘round and she enjoy life without you or find a nigga like me that will show her another side of life. It’s a few of us out there still.”
“Nigga, please. Blessyn the shit and all but she ain’t got shit on her sister.”
“Don’t let that professional shit fool you. Baby turn into something else after that pussy get ate right.”
“Nigga she still ain’t got shit on my baby.”