The year was 2009, I was only 21 or 22 at the time….and I had booked this broad
Hit her up to see if she was tryna link up and smoke some loud together
She told me come past her crib
She shot me the address, come to find out this chick lived in Latrobe Projects over East Baltimore (for those who ain’t from the area)
Still I wasn’t shook, I ain’t no bytch… so I rode out
I get there, she looking thick AF wearing this lil house dress, booty and titties bouncing around everywhere when she walked

We smoke like 2 blunts of some

… she pulled out the bottle of henny… at this point we lit like a mf…
This chick was hood af and she was wearing a very revealing house dress so I already knew where her mind was at… I already knew she was a freak and that it probably wouldn’t be too difficult to smash
She turned the tv off and put some music on so I knew what time it was….After a while I get a grabbing and feeling up on her kissing on her neck, eventually sucking on her titties
Her phone starts going off, she ignore it.. it goes off again probably 4-5 more times and she ignores…. Finally she picks up after like half a dozen times and she tells who ever it is, she gonna call them right back and she hung up in a hurry…
She then starts rushing me and says we should go in her bedroom, she starts grabbing and pulling me…
So I’m like, we already here in the living room, you live alone, we already in here and I’m hard as a missle… let’s just go at it right here
She says no, let’s go to the bedroom. And this time she was kinda aggressive about it. And right then, something went off in me and didnt feel right… for some reason her tryna pull me to the bedroom made me nervous eat the time I didn’t know why cuz I really wanted to fukk this chick
I told her I had to piss before we fukked and I went to the bathroom… while I’m in there, I had this voice inside of me just telling me to “get the fukk outta here NOW!!” I don’t know where the voice came from, maybe it was my dead father speaking to me from his grave, maybe it was God, maybe it was my street smarts kicking in, idk… but all I know is I got an uneasy feeling in my stomach and I had to leave this bytches crib.
I come out the bathroom and I straight up tell her I gotta go… she resisted of course but I didn’t give af… I didn’t even bother grabbing the rest of my weed from off the table I just booked it and got the fukk outta there, she was looking at me like I was crazy but I’d didn’t care
On my way out I seem a rugged rough looking nikka bopping towards me, he gave me a brief look but kept it moving right in the same direction where I had just came from.. I didn’t even stick around to see what unit he went in
I walk through the projects to the street and got in my car fast af and pulled off
The next day the bytch calls me and is kinda making fun of me, saying I was scared and all that dumb shyt… but then proceeds to tell me that it was good that I left because her ex literally come over less than 2 minutes after I dipped and that he thought someone was over there with her….(probably the same nikka I saw on my way out)…
She thought it was funny and tried to say that it was her ex and he’s obsessed with her but that he’s “not built like that… he been locked up a few times but he probably wouldn’t have done nothing, he a bytch for real” ———— yeah aight bytch! Foh that’s what y’all all say smh
After that I decided to dead that bytch, blocked her number and never hit her up again… chicks like that get nikkas killed everyday… a dude in latrube projects at that time of night, who looks the way that he looked, who still obsessed with you and thats probably who was blowing up your phone??? That nikka DEFINITELY had the burner on him… I’m not fighting not dying over you
I saved my own life that night