“This my man, Flocka. He’s gonna be picking that paypa up with me from now on. Now, come on now, open the door up,” Darnell told him, growing agitated by the second. He didn’t like Beast and it bothered him that Richie let him work in the count room after the incident.
Beast’s eyebrows lowered, menacingly. “Hold on, homie. Don’t go barking orders at me. You don’t run s**t up in here! You betta get somewhere with that fonky ass attitude!”
“My nigga, I ain’t gon’ tell yo’ big ass again to open this door!” Darnell mad dogged him.
“If I don’t open it, just what the f**k are you gon’ do? Huh? What the f**k you gon’ do?” Beast’s eyebrows lowered further and his nose scrunched up.
“I don’t know what the homie gon’ do, but I’ma blast this door off its hinges and put one in yo’ head. Straight u
