It ain't just chicks, either. I had a super dee duper grown broke ass homeboy who wouldn't directly ask me for shyt. He would hint at shyt like a bytch. We smoking, "U wanna get some pizza? U wanna go to the store right quick n get some chips?" His hair wild, my hair wild, I'm kickin it with him right quick waitin on the cøkeman I'm like, "Yeah I'ma go get my shyt cut tomorrow morning." This nikka like, "Yeah I think I'ma roll with u, dog." Man, I pulled up to that bytch, his ass hopped out n strolled in n his boy was there n he sat down, I poked my head in there n ain't see my boy, so I said, "Oh shyt, my dog ain't here. Ay I'ma go head n roll out, bro."
The nikka was tryna be slick. I had told this gay nikka I wasn't gettin his hair cut n spending money on shyt for his lazy ass no more, he gon have to get a damn job. This hoe nikka switched up n started using suggestive shyt to try n see if I would do shyt for him. Even when I repeatedly DON'T do shyt for him, he would STILL use the same tactics.
Cuz he's fukking irresponsible and he's fukking lazy and he's a fukking hoe ass nikka who refuses to take care of his own shyt and is forced into axing real hardcore og gangstas for shyt, but paradixically has too much pride to hear a nikka say No, so he gotta kinda, maybe, bat his eyelashes n hint at wanting something.
Ain't got jack shyt to do with a nikka not "trusting" bytches. It has to do with a bytch being grown n able to handle her own and not needing to be axing u for shyt all the damn time like a lil ass girl. Cuz I been in the position of axing a bytch for shyt all the damn time, and the hell I went thru popcorn pimpin was partly responsible for making me go hard for my own shyt.