Got this bytch number off BLK. I just moved back to Chicago so I'm tryna fill out the roster again since a lot has changed in the 2 years I been gone. Anyway, she live in Hammond so I'm talking to her while I'm driving over there, she pretty much letting me know what time it is. So I'm kinda on alert cause it usually isn't THIS easy to cram. Mind you it's like 2pm on a Tuesday so I know she wasn't drunk or nothing. I'm like she either super easy or think I'm super sweet but whatever the case I was ready, had the 9 on my waist and rubbers in my pocket.
Long story shorter, I get there she tell me to just come on up because the security door open. I'm already knowing this gotta be a ghetto ass apartment complex but I ain't no bytch so I continue on the mission. Soon as I walk in the door this bytch run up the stairs wanting me to follow her in the bedroom. So I go up there she instantly hop in the bed talkin bout some you can sit down. I know better I'm like damn shorty you can't even give me a tour of the crib, wassup? She give me this irritated look tb huuuuh what you wanna see boy come on. So I follow her back downstairs. Now I'm paying attention so when we get to the living room I see this double sided tape outlining the perimeter of the apartment. God is my witness when I looked closer it was roaches stuck all over the tape, and one was running literally on the outside of it towards the dining room.
Immediately blurted out "Aw bytch you tweakin" and left immediately. She walking up behind me hollin some nikka what the fukk is you talking bout. Where is you going. You really finna act like you ain't never seen roaches before.
I ignore all that shyt and peeled off. You got me fuxked up.