On the news, a young 16 year old breh got shot in the leg and robbed while he was visiting his girlfriend . It made me think about myself and my friends around that age and the shyt we went through for some gina. I fukked with chicks who lived in the grimier parts of town too and had some close calls . Not every hood is lupe status worthy, but there are some places where people who don't live there know not to go
Me: "So, when are we gonna chill
"
Chick: "My mama works until 5 in the morning, so you can come at 8 on Friday
"
Me: " Coo
So where do you stay at?
Chick: *insert random gooned out hood somewhere near any Martin Luther King BLVD*
Me: "Are you sure that's were you live at Kiesha
"
Chick: " Yes nikka, I'm sure this is where I live
."
Me: Aight. Hol' on, that's somebody on the other line, Imma hit you back" *hangs up*
You tell the homies that she gon' let you slice and it's
and you tell them where you have to go to get the p*ssy and it turns into 
.
You tell lies to try and get them to come with you, but they're not buying it because you did them wrong before and left them with the gargoyle
Me: "So y'all ain't gon come wit me
. Jessica is gonna be there and you know that she don't wear no drawls 
"
Them: "You remember the time you told me Chantel was going to be over at Tiffany's house and fat ass Denise was there instead
" *another coward chimes in* "And how about when you left me with Olivia 
"
Me:
fukk it. You sit at home trying to rationalize being a bytch and not going, but she comes to school the next day with that skirt on and the shirt that hugs the titties, passing you notes asking you if you're still coming over
When you get there, it's always a pack of nikkas in front of her building smoking loud and drinking. They size you up and you size them up trying to figure out which one to steal off on to keep from grabbing you in case shyt goes left and you have to run
Goon: "Say blood, you got a square
"
Me: "Nawl. I'm 16, I'm not old enough to buy cigawetts
"
More than likely, they won't fukk with you, but thinking that shyt can't pop off is when you end up stuck.
TL;DR verison:
Being young, thirsty for p*ssy
but p*ssy lives in a thugged out neighborhood
Goons loitering
Me: "So, when are we gonna chill
"Chick: "My mama works until 5 in the morning, so you can come at 8 on Friday
"Me: " Coo
So where do you stay at?Chick: *insert random gooned out hood somewhere near any Martin Luther King BLVD*
Me: "Are you sure that's were you live at Kiesha
"Chick: " Yes nikka, I'm sure this is where I live
."Me: Aight. Hol' on, that's somebody on the other line, Imma hit you back" *hangs up*
You tell the homies that she gon' let you slice and it's
and you tell them where you have to go to get the p*ssy and it turns into .You tell lies to try and get them to come with you, but they're not buying it because you did them wrong before and left them with the gargoyle
Me: "So y'all ain't gon come wit me
"Them: "You remember the time you told me Chantel was going to be over at Tiffany's house and fat ass Denise was there instead
" *another coward chimes in* "And how about when you left me with Olivia "Me:
fukk it. You sit at home trying to rationalize being a bytch and not going, but she comes to school the next day with that skirt on and the shirt that hugs the titties, passing you notes asking you if you're still coming over
When you get there, it's always a pack of nikkas in front of her building smoking loud and drinking. They size you up and you size them up trying to figure out which one to steal off on to keep from grabbing you in case shyt goes left and you have to run
Goon: "Say blood, you got a square
"Me: "Nawl. I'm 16, I'm not old enough to buy cigawetts
"More than likely, they won't fukk with you, but thinking that shyt can't pop off is when you end up stuck.
TL;DR verison:
Being young, thirsty for p*ssy
but p*ssy lives in a thugged out neighborhood
Goons loitering
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no way in hell you bring them to your house), etc..
. I'd rather have UBER drop me off so I don't have to take my wallet or either of my cars with me. Gotta mitigate the risks of getting ran for my shyt. He'll get robbed before me 
I never have to worry about ratchet chicks tho..
