So I’m in my house chillin, my girl outside on the steps smoking a cigarette
So the nikka across the hall comes up the steps and my girl moves out the way…he passes and turns around and says “next time move the fukk out my way”
So they get into and heshe tells my girl to go get her p*ssy ass nikka…so she comes get me and I can tell it’s some dumb shyt by her tone, so I’m like what now
This 6’5 fakkit with weave braids is outside talking cash shyt, put his lil braids up in a ponytail like he wanted to fight…I started to fall for the fukkery, but I’m like naw I ain’t tusslin with no bussy boy
I’ll be back
Showed up to the door (didn’t break the threshold) wit the pole in jeans
Didn’t pull it out didn’t threaten him, just stood there wit it hangin out my pocket like John Wayne like wassup
Then he grabbed the phone and called the police
I don’t know what all heshe told them nor did I kno the type of time they were gonna be on, so I puts my shyt up and wait for what’s gonna happen
Police came to the door, asked me to step outside..I told them what happened, I had them laughing when the asked have we ever had any prior altercations
I’m like officer, he lives a alternative lifestyle
we have nothing to speak about..they then had my girl come out and she told her side then that was that
Then they went and spoke to him, and they left
but naw everybody ain’t playing out here
Smoking cigarettes?
