“Yeah, it’s yours.”
to jail and their women get fucked. It happens. But you made a choice to come at me with this.”
“Then that should tell you what it is. If I was just fucking her, then it wouldn’t have been a reason to say a word. But I fuck with her. She’s my lil’ mama, and you need to know that.”
“Mannn,” he stressed. “You tripping with yourself. On God. Cause telling me this aint finna change nothing. Babi aint going nowhere, and that’s a fact. It’s fucked up that she entertained you, but that’s all it was. I could—”
“Face, is that my phone?” Babi questioned, as she was now sitting up in bed, with her bare titties fully exposed.
“Yeah, it’s yours.”
She frowned in confusion. “Well, who are you talking to?” “Too Low.”
She lightly laughed. “You play too fucking much.”
I didn’t crack a smile. “I aint playing. I was just chopping it up with this nigga. Letting him know that he woke me out of my sleep. Aint even had a chance to wipe them pussy juices o" my dick yet. So, I’m trying to reason with the nigga, cause I aint want him confused, when you stop accepting these collect calls.”
“Face,” she gasped.
“Face, what?!” I snapped. “You really thought that this shit was finna go any other way? Especially after last night?!”
Clutching her forehead, she shook her head. “Hello?” I spoke into the phone.
“Yeah, I’m still here, bitch ass nigga.” “Look—”
“Nah, you look!” Too Low shouted. “You gotta think that having money makes you untouchable. But a nigga like me? I aint never had much, outside of my woman. And what the fuck do you think is gonna happen, if you attempt to take my every-thing, nigga? I’m crashing out! And I promise to God that you