“A ye, yo, you need to let me know now if you’re gonna ride this shit out with me ’cause I ain’t beat to be up in this muhfucka stressin’ ’bout dumb shit, feel me?”
“I’m not going anywhere. I’m with you, baby.”
“Aiight, that’s what it is. I’ma need you to hold it down out there. Keep that shit tight, ya heard? Don’t have me snappin’ out ’cause you done got caught up in some bullshit.”
“Whatever.”
“Whatever, nothin’, yo. I’m tellin’ you now, Pasha, don’t have me fuck sumthin’ up. I didn’t ice ya hand up for nothin’, yo.”
“Jasper, please, I’m not beat for another nigga. Four years ain’t shit. I keep telling you that.”
“Yeah, and? I’m gonna keep sayin’ the shit ’cause I know how hot in the ass broads are when a nigga gets behind the wall. They be on some ole other shit.”
“Well, I’m not them.”
“Oh, so you not hot in the ass?”
“Yeah, for you. But not for any other nigga.”
“You better not be either, yo, word up. Let me find out you done had another muhfucka hittin’ that shit and I’ma bust yo’ ass.”
“Nigga, please. The only thing you’re gonna be bustin’ is a bunch of nuts in them hands.”
“Yeah, aiight. I gotta buncha nuts for ya ass, ya heard? Talk slick if you want, but I’m tellin’ you, yo.”
“I heard you. And I’m telling you. I’m all yours in mind, body and soul. This pussy and my heart are for you and you only. And I got it on lock until you get home.”
“You better.”
“I promise, baby. I do.”