cause I forgot my shit upstairs,” Low said.
“Look at you,” Red said, shaking his head before continuing. “Fuck it. We ain’t headed too far, right?”
Low’s car was parked at the stash house. Low always stay strapped, carrying two.357 Magnums in armrest of his Bentley Continental Flying Spur.
“Oh for sure. You know my twins go nowhere else. Soon as you drop me off, I’ll be good.”
“Well a’ight then my nigga. I guess we good to go. Hop in so we can get the fuck up.”
The Mercedes’ engine roared as Red maneuvered in and out of the highway’s traffic lane. Low sat snugly in the passenger seat while Young Jeezy’s, Trap Or Die boomed through the cars Bose sound system. Low adjusted the volume then reclined, resting his baldhead on the leather headrest. He lifted the crypie weed to his mouth, and lit it.
“Bro, I’m telling you…” Low began as he inhaled the thick weed smoke deeply into his lungs. Then he continued. “I think I just met the baddest bitch ever!” Low exhaled the laced fumes, and passed the weed to Red.
“Nigga, you trippin,” Red snickered in amusement, took a long pull off the weed, and kept his eyes on the road.
“Man I ain’t even bullshitting, bro,” Low said.
“The bitch’s bad as fuck, man. I swear she look like that broad… Ah… You know that broad we be seeing in all them King and XXL magazines?”
“Who…? You mean Angel…?”
“Yeah, yeah, that’s the one,” Low said, snapping his fingers.
“Yeah sure… Angel’s bad. That bitch can’t look that good,” Red snickered, shaking his head then continued. “Angel’s a straight up twenty-piece.”
“You think it’s a game, huh? I ain’t even joking, bro. And the shit about it… You’d think a bitch that beautiful would be a straight up saint, right? Man, look-a here!”
Red was laughing as he switched lanes, and tried his best not to choke on the weed smoke. Red could tell from Low’s enthusiasm that Low was about to become animated.
“Good thing I never let looks fool me, when it comes to these broads.”
“Yeah, but I bet you was spitting that A-1 tech to her though,” Red chuckled.
“Shit, nigga. I ain’t even have to spit no game to that ho. Soon as the bitch seen them stones on the kid’s wrist it was a wrap. She was instantly in the matrix!”
Red threw his head back in laughter, knowing well the effect his own jewels had on woman he first met. Then chuckling, he said, “Nah, you ain’t have the bitch stuck on the stones like that bro.”
“Man I told you I ain’t had to spit no game. Soon as the bitch seen the rubies on the kids wrist the bitch turned into Roger Clemens, and straight fastballs me the pussy.
They both burst out laughing at Low’s animation and his analogy.
“I swear, bro—word to the Pound. I tell this bitch my name…next thing I know, she’s pulling out the visa, and started charging drink after drink to that shit. She even insisted on charging a room for the whole week.”
Red glanced at Low, smiled, and said, “Man, I know you didn’t have shorty maxing out her lil’ credit card trying to impress you?”
“I was about to,” Low said with a devilish smirk.
“Oh yeah…?”
“Yeah… But you know I had to let her see she was in the presence of a boss.”
“Anyway bro… Soon as we get in the suite, the bitch pulls out a big prescription bottle full of these.”
Red glanced down at Low’s at opened hand. Skeptically eyeing the four two-toned, cloverleaf stamped pills for a brief second, Red immediately started laughing so hard he almost dropped the weed.
“Nigga, this bitch had you popping Viagra!” Red asked still laughing.
“Nah, fool. Nigga, this Ecstasy,” Low said, passing Red one of the double-stacked Ecstasy pills. Then he continued. “All the young freak’s popping these shits nowadays. I ain’t even gonna front, that lil’ broad just turned me out on to these pills. You ever tried one?”
“Nah, I never tried that shit,” Red said while examining the green and white pills.
“Okay then—”
“But I heard they’ll have your dick hard for like two hours straight,” Red said with a smirk.
“Nigga what?” Low chimed in excitedly, grabbing his crotch. Then he continued. “These pills is the truth! Fucking have your meat hard like Rottweiler!” he laughed.
“Huh…?”
“Yeah nigga, been fucking for like two hours, and my dick’s still hard as fuck right now! The shit just won’t go down. Plus, the bitch was crushing these shits all in the weed, and shit. Man, I’m high as fuck, bro. I can’t wait ‘til you drop me off. I’m heading straight back to the telly to tear that pussy up some more.”
Laughing, Red shook his head, and said, “Nigga, now I know why this weed taste funny. Shit, I got this bad one lined up tonight waiting to get blessed too.”
“A’ight, I’m telling ya bro. Pop one of these babies, and then go see that broad. You’ll see… Matter of fact, pop two,” Low said, handing Red a second pill then he continued. “I’m ‘bout to pop these two myself.”
Red eyed the two ecstasy pills skeptically then he said, “Really…?
“Yes nigga.”
“C’mon you know me. I ain’t into all this extra shit like some of y’all old-heads. No disrespect. But I don’t fuck with coke and—”
“I know you only fuck with weed, and liquor to get right, but you gotta take a chance on this shit right here.”
The thought of fucking Lovely’s brains out for hours on end without losing his erection made things seem quite enticing. Nodding his head, Red said, “A’ight, fuck it. I’m a fuck the dog shit outta this bitch.”
He purposely left out Lovely’s name. Instead, reaching around the backseat, Red retrieved a bottle of Haitian rum that he was drinking earlier. Placing it in his lap, he took a toke on the weed, lowered his driver’s side window, and tossed out the roach. Then he swallowed both pills, lifted the bottle of rum to his mouth, and with one swig, washed them down.
“Damn nigga, I passed you my blunt, and your young-ass smoked that whole shit,” Low said, realizing the weed was all gone.
“My bad, Low…”
Shaking his head, Low dropped the ecstasy pills into his own mouth, and got the rum in Red’s hand. After swallowing he said, “Back in the day it was puff,
