JUST YOU WAIT...LOL (uno nina)

as I walk slowly toward da next step, I never took my eyes off dis nigga...to my surprise doe, he just stood there and looked at me like I was fucking crazy. I just kept moving, as my foot reached the second step, dis nigga took his hand out his pocket, too late to dart up, I darted down..."DA FUCK YO?" I spat as I cowered on the second step..." DA FUCK YO IS RIGHT!..." Kyree spat as he looked at me with his eyes like he seen a ghost, all the while holding his phone..." DA FUCK WRONG WITCHU NIGGA?" he spat half laughing..." as I stood up...I even began questioning...Da fuck is up...am I tripping? I mean I was sure dis nigga was going for his hammer...nah but wait a minute...why would dis nigga be going for his hammer...I aint beefin wit dis nigga yo...my thoughts were interupted..." you sure you aint do dis shit nigga?" he questioned all concerned like..." Yea yo, I aint fuck up my shit...I don't know wut da fuck going on dawg...I jus need to go check some shit up here real quick..." he spat..." Aite nigga, Ima come witchu jus in case you gotta dive for cover again...you know phones giving niggas cancer now!" he laughed aiming his phone at me like a semi..."dat a work!" I laughed...as I walk up da steps, dis nigga was right on my heels...walking up the steps, I noticed anovah funny smell, dis shit wasn't a burning smell doe, dis was more like..."ROSES?...Da fuck?" As I walk in my bedroom, I seen my bed fully made up, covered in rose petals with a note in the center..."Now shit making since yo...dis nigga had some shit set up for one bitch...and na main bitch came, knew it wasn't for her, and fucked shit up!" Ree spat laughing...not entertaining nis nigga theory, I grabbed the note: MAYBE NEXT TIME, RAH!..."RAH?" I questioned outloud..."RAH?" shot kyree..."Da fuck tip yall niggas on yo?" he continued, as he grabbed da note outta my hand, looking it over...I just sat on the bed, trying to make since of shit...IM BOUT TO FUCKING LOSE IT YO, I thought as I lay back and palmed my forehead..." Rah? What's going on yo?" asked Kyree....real talk, dis nigga not only sound concerned, when I looked up, dis nigga was puzzled like shit in the face..." You tell me yo...you said dis nigga was on some foul shit...wutchu think?" I spat as I sat up and looked at him..."YO, I aint mean like dat dawg...I meant like some regular foul shit yo!" he responded..." wus regular about foul yo?" I rebutted..." yo know, regular nigga shit dawg...dis some ova shit I neva woulda thought about..." "Dawg...I dont even know what foul shit he on...so unless you gone explain...I aint got no answers either..." I spat..." All I kno is dis nigga came thru my spot a lil while ago talking bout he was gone dead Jazz and shoot cross country...all he needed was a lil cheese to hold em over...when I saw he had your wheel, I told dis nigga to lay low at my spot and I was gone go to da atm real quick..." "so you jus left dis nigga at cha spot?" I questioned as I sat up?" "Yea...da fuck was I spose to do? Call da cops?" "Nah, niggas aint say nuffin bout no cops but i mean, damn...did you call Jazz atleast?" " Das da crazy thing...I hit her dis morning and she based da fuck outta me and told her don't call no more!" "Who Jazz?" I questioned..." Yea, Jazz Nigga!" he spat..." so dat stopped chu from telling her dat her shit was in danger?" I spat...' Fuck No! I still called...I know she just going through dat pregnant lady shit yo!" Damn nis nigga knew bout her being knocked too...da fuck? "so you did hit her?" "yea, I left a message for her job to tell her to come here..." i cut him off " Why here?" " Nigga cuz your spot da only reason I could think of to get her to leave her job...I told them you was hurt or some shit I said...anyway I just told them you needed her here yo..." " oh aite!" even though dat shit aint fly wit me smooth, because shit was all ova da place right now...I just decided to go with it..."Now wussup wit deez roses and love note from nis nigga Rah?" he asked...