“I ain’t got nothing but love for you big homie.” Dexter stepped forward. “Your boy be out here on some sucker shit though.”
“I’m not your big shit,” Czar scowled.
“Aye, move the fuck around,” Rahlo barked, not in the mood for the bullshit. He couldn’t remember the last time he had to fight a nigga, and he wasn’t in the mood.
“Nah, it’s cool.” Logic chuckled, knowing he was the source of the issue. He could bet his last dollar it had everything to do with him hugging Tyler. Clips of them were floating around the internet, fueling a budding love story, and while some fans hated it, others couldn’t stop clipping their pictures and creating videos.
“I see you still having a hard time staying away from my bitch,” Dexter gritted, palming his fist.
“Is she yours though?” Logic cocked his head to the side.
“Yea nigga and I’mma need you to move the fuck around.”
“Yea, that’s not going to happen, my boy. I’m gonna show you what to do with all that beauty, booty, and talent.”
“This nigga.” Al was amused. “Beauty, booty, and talent is wild.”
“That’s some shit I'd say,” Czar instigated. “Solid come back.” He nodded in approval.
“Fuck outta here. This broke ass nigga can’t afford my bitch,” Dexter gloated. “She likes YSL, Birkin, and Chanel. The fuck she gone do with a nigga who looks like he shops on the clearance rack at Citi Trend.”
“You hear me,” Tilly co-signed per usual. “Who the fuck performs in a plain ass white tee with no ice? Plain Jane ass nigga.”
“So yall niggas was watching me, huh?” Logic cocked his head to the side.
“Nah, I mean-
“Aye, you want me to have Biggie knock him out? He talks too much, and I don’t like light skin niggas,” Czar instigated.
“Nah,” Logic refused. “He’s not worth it.”
“That’s what the fuck I thought.” Dexter grinned, feeling as if he’d won. “Ain’t no nigga on God’s green earth gone ever take my bitch. Her throat is custom made to the curve of my dick. This bum ass nigga couldn’t take my bitch if I gave him the money to court her.”
“You right.” Logic glared at him. “I’m not going to take her because she’s going to come to me willingly and when she does,” he cockily chuckled. “I’m going to ruin her. Nigga I’m going to turn her out so bad that she’s going to forget you ever existed, and you worried about my pockets, but we both know she’s not impressed by that shit. I could pull shorty and have her riding the bus to come see me.”
The smirk on Dexter’s lips dropped and the muscles in his jaw clenched. He couldn't stand the off-brand nigga standing in front of him and it pissed him off that Logic was probably right. From the pictures he saw, Dexter knew Tyler probably had a crush on the nigga, and he couldn't take it. The thought of them together made his blood boil. Before anyone on his team could stop him, Dexter swung, punching Logic in the face. Logic cocked back and returned the lick, knocking Dexter into the vending machine.
Whap!
Whap!
Whap!
Logic repeatedly threw haymakers to Dexter’s midsection, making him hunch over for relief.
“Damnnnn!” A bystander shouted as Pepsi cans started falling out of the dispenser.
Seeing enough, Tilly tried to jump in but found himself lying in a pool of pop. The blow to the side of his face left him dazed, wondering who had hit him.
“Damn nigga,” Czar laughed at Al, who was standing there like he didn’t knock the shit out of Tilly.
“Aight Lo,” Rahlo barked as security started running toward them. “You got your shit off, let the nigga up.”
Whap!
“Bitch ass nigga and just for that, you ain’t gotta worry about her coming to me because I'm going get her,” Logic promised.
“I would’ve said some shit like that too,” Czar agreed, stepping over Dexter to pick a Pepsi up off the floor. “Yall want one?”
