Gimme the Loot Page #7

- I mean, you said

you could do any locks.

- A'ight, let me do my thing

right now, man.

Shut the f*** up.

Let me show you how I do it.

A'ight,

this is what I do, a'ight?

Yo.

Yo, f*** it.

You got a phone?

Let's Google that sh*t.

Google how to pick a lock.

- What, you trying to play me,

nigga,

like I can't do my job,

nigga?

Think this is a f***in' joke,

man?

Think I'm here

for f***in' nothing?

Trying to do this sh*t, man.

Give me a f***in' minute, man.

You see me sweating, man.

You ain't tell me

this motherf***er

wasn't no Concept lock, man!

You ain't tell me about this

motherf***er up here either!

- What the f*** does it matter

if it's a Concept lock, like...

- Artie's Locksmith, that's

probably the only motherf***er

that can open that motherf***er

right there:

24-hour service.

Not me, man.

This right here is-is-

I can't-

I can't do it, man.

This sh*t right here is-

You can't do it, for real?

- I could do it, man.

I just need enough time, man.

# Tonight

# Tonight I feel cold inside

# Tonight

# Tonight I want you

by my side

# Tell me what to do

# Tell me what to do

to feel better

# Tell me what to do

# Tell me what to do

to feel warmer

# The night

# It makes me feel strange

tonight #

- Yo, what up?

Where is she?

- She-

she's coming back.

F***!

And I think she made me.

- Made you?

Made you do what?

- Made me.

Like, she-she saw me.

- Look, I don't think it works

like that.

She doesn't even know

who you are.

That's not the point.

- F*** that.

Don't let her come.

Like, you have to stop her.

- All right.

All right!

Yo, excuse me.

What?

Um...

Um...

What?

My bad.

Um...

Hello?

Yo, Malcolm.

What's up?

I lost her.

Ugh!

Did you get in?

Uh, hold on.

Malcolm, don't put me on-

- Ma, Ma,

I can't talk right now.

Yeah, I'm sorry.

A'ight, I gotta go, bye.

Hello?

- Malcolm.

- What the f***?

What happened?

- What the f***-

what do you mean, what happened?

I f***in' told you.

I lost her.

F***!

Yo, we gotta hurry up.

- Hey, what's the problem,

man?

Listen, she's-

Nigga, she on her way back,

like, now.

Like, we gotta

f***ing hurry up.

This f***ing sh*t, man.

I'm a professional, man.

That's not how I do things,

man.

Come on.

Let's bounce.

We gotta get the f***

up out of here, man, but...

What the f***, man?

- You gotta step

your game up, man.

Come on. Let's get the f***

up out of here, man.

- Yo.

- Hey.

So where she at?

She on the roof.

- How the f*** you know

she on the roof?

- 'Cause I followed her

in her building,

and she went up to R.

Where the f*** you been at?

- Oh, you know, I was just

getting my nails done.

What the f*** you think?

I was running

like a f***ing track star

trying to get down here,

Malcolm.

- Oh, you can't keep up

with the white girls?

- Shut the f*** up.

I don't know this f***ing area.

The f*** is she doing?

- Oh, sh*t,

this b*tch is going in?

That's the ghetto

swimming pool.

- Let's go grab

her f***ing keys.

You crazy?

Gonna take us, like,

ten minutes to get up there.

She not gonna be in there

that long.

I'm telling you,

that sh*t is crazy cold.

Crazy cold.

How you know?

- Listen, I know all about

the ghetto swimming pool, Sofia.

I'm a ghetto swimming pool

master.

- You don't know nothin' about

no damn ghetto swimming pool.

- For real, man,

that sh*t is dangerous, yo.

Did she eat or drink anything?

Like...

Yeah.

Yeah?

- No.

I don't f***ing know.

I'm tired.

I'm hungry.

My feet f***in' hurt

from running.

I got to pee.

You not asking me

if I ate or drank anything.

- Yeah, but you're you,

and she's, you know...

- She's what?

Pretty?

Yeah, she's pretty.

Interesting.

Exciting.

Fun.

You know?

But, yo,

that ain't even my type, though.

I don't even like chicks

like that, man.

- You said you was in love

with her, Malcolm,

so, you know,

it is what it is.

- You know

I just be talking my sh*t.

Like, just-

You know I'm more into girls

like-you know, like you.

Like me?

Like what,

some weird-looking b*tch

that, like, isn't pretty,

that isn't fly,

that doesn't climb

into f***ing water towers?

- No, I didn't mean it

like that.

I'm just saying I like girls

that are more, like,

you know, tough.

Tough?

What,

tough like a f***ing dyke?

- No, Sofia.

Yo, listen.

You know-you know, I think

you're fine as hell.

Like, I'm-I'm mad you even

making me tell you this

right now, like...

I was just trying to make you

feel better, man, a'ight?

I know I piss you off

all the time.

But, you know,

that's just me.

You know, I just be trying to-

I don't be trying-

Shut the f*** up, Malcolm.

I know what the f*** you mean,

like when you be f***ing

with somebody,

trying to make them feel better,

but instead you make them feel,

like, ten times worse,

so it's cool.

Yeah, man.

Like my mom,

she used to think

that I was scared of flying,

so she would tell me, like,

I have higher chances

of dying in a car crash

than in a plane crash.

And I'm just like,

"What the f***?"

Like, now I'm scared

to ride in cars now.

Yeah, like that.

- Man...

Or like wet dreams.

- Wet dreams, Malcolm?

Really?

What the f***?

- No, like they always

telling us in phys ed.

They always telling us, like,

it's normal to have wet dreams,

right?

But, like,

I don't have wet dreams.

Like, I don't come in my shorts

in the middle of the night.

But all my parts work,

but, like-I don't know.

Maybe something's wrong

with me.

- That's disgusting.

- I know, yo.

- No, I'm saying

you're f***in' disgusting.

You don't say that sh*t

to a lady.

- Oh, now you a lady and sh*t?

Please.

Yes, I am a f***ing lady.

And, what, you think

you gonna get that white b*tch

talking about,

"I don't come all wild

in my shorts at night"?

- I mean,

I don't come in my shorts,

so, I mean, that's a benefit,

if anything.

A benefit?

Look, my f***ing point is,

you don't say that sh*t

to a female.

It's manners.

You're mad disrespectful.

All right, man.

You gonna be all right.

- Don't touch my hand,

Malcolm.

- I'll touch your hand

if I want to.

Don't f***ing touch my hand.

Nigga, you soft.

- You ain't so tough after all

either.

- I don't know

what you talking about.

Yeah, mm-hmm.

- Yo, she's been up there

for a minute.

She has been.

I don't know.

The water level

isn't always that-

it ain't always high,

and that ladder don't go

all the way to the bottom.

- Yo, I'm telling you,

this b*tch is f***in' dead.

Hey, don't say that sh*t, man.

- What you mean,

don't f***ing say that sh*t?

That b*tch is-

she's f***ing dead.

- Nah, maybe she got out

when we was talking and sh*t.

She didn't f***ing get out.

That's gonna f*** up

they water system.

Little f***in' bitty pieces

of flesh

all cut up

all in they water.

- Yo, that's not f***ing cool,

yo.

Don't say that sh*t.

- Don't tell me

what's not f***ing cool.

I'm telling you-

- A'ight, man.

F***.

Nobody ever gonna find her.

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