“’Bout time, nigga, you ain’t hear my ass knockin’ at the doe?” Bumpy spat with attitude. Eyebrows slanted and face scrunched up.
“Man, I was sleep.” Flocka frowned up, wiping the scum out of the corner of his eye.
“Well, yo’ ass is up now, so throw on somethin’ so we can go.”
“Go where?” his forehead crinkled.
“To find the dicksuckas that have boss dawg’s money. Now, the man gave you twenty-four hours,” Bumpy held up his Rolex watch and tapped his finger against the face of it. “I trust you made good on the promise you made, and have a lead on that paypa, ‘cause if not, yo’ skinny po’ black ass is gettin’ fitted with cement shoes and tossed over into the gotdamn ocean.”
Flocka’s eyebrows arched and his nose scrunched up. He clenched his jaws and clutched his banga so tight his knuckl
