Kicks Page #4

RYAN:
Yeah. Come on.

What? You scared? You

gonna go by yourself?

Saw how far that

got you last time.

I'ma show you how

to do this sh*t, boy.

Come on, no, nigga.

Yes.

F***.

Where the f*** are we?

You wanna go see some girls?

Yeah, you do.

(HIP-HOP MUSIC

PLAYING ON STEREO)

(MUSIC STOPS)

Mercedez, come here!

What the f*** you want, nigga?

Man, quit playin' and bring

your ass up over here.

That's boo right there.

GABE:
Hey, yeah, she's saucy.

Let's have it.

Uh-uh.

Where were you last night?

You couldn't text me back?

Look. Check it out. This is

my little cousin, Brandon.

He only in town for the night.

We gotta show him

a good time, right?

Come here.

MERCEDEZ:
Really?

Come here.

(WHISPERING)

Whatever, nigga.

Don't... Whatever.

Come on, man.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

BRANDON:
Hey, how long

is this gonna take?

MERCEDEZ:
Gorda!

GORDA:
What?

B*tch, get outside.

We got niggas here.

What the f***

were you just doing?

What? I was

taking a sh*t.

MERCEDEZ:
B*tch, you f***in' nasty.

I swear.

MERCEDEZ:
Gorda, go put

some f***in' pants on!

I'm sick of these little niggas

eye-f***ing

the sh*t out of you.

Go, b*tch!

Anyways, y'all niggas

want a drink?

F***, yeah. I want

something to drink.

You tryin' to get faded, cuz?

Yeah.

(SNIFFS)

Flac, hey.

You remember that

little soft-ass nigga

we took the shoes from, nigga?

Man, these niggas

tryin' to get on me,

though at the park, you feel me?

This nigga threw a

basketball at me, nigga.

Nigga, who throws

a basketball, nigga?

That's dumb, bruh. Nah, this

nigga say he looking for you.

Hey, nigga.

Flac, nigga?

Flaco, man! Bruh!

F*** wrong with you?

What's up, man?

You over here crying about

some little-ass kid, bruh.

Sit yo ass down, nigga.

(LAUGHING)

Hey, play with your toy, bruh.

(WHISPERS)

This b*tch is dehydrated.

Look, the thirst is strong.

Thirsty for that dick.

Possibly yo dick.

(CLICKS TONGUE)

He ain't gonna

do nothing though.

This nigga is a pimp. (LAUGHS)

F*** that nigga, man.

F*** that nigga.

F*** that nigga.

Do you like me?

Do you do this

with a lot of girls?

It's okay. I like you.

MERCEDEZ:

Where's that f***in' whore?

Gorda! You puta!

You better not be getting'

f***in' pregnant in there.

B*tch, don't kick me.

You're f***in' drunk!

GORDA:
I'm not drunk.

Shut the f*** up.

Hand me my bottle.

Nah, it's good.

It's good.

Go back to sleep.

You need a pillow?

No, I don't need no pillow.

Come on, man. We up outta here.

Get in the car.

We gotta go now?

You wanna get yo

kicks back, right?

A'ight then. We finna

go to the sideshow.

Flaco probably be there.

Or is you tryin' to stay

here with these b*tches?

F*** you!

Don't you f***in' kick me!

What you gonna do?

What you gonna do?

MERCEDEZ:
B*tch, you lucky...

J, come on.

J, come on.

(C*CKS PISTOL)

(INDISTINCT)

J-

Put your shoes on,

we about to dip.

MAN:
What up?

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(MUSIC PLAYING ON STEREO)

(ALL RAPPING ALONG)

Man, cuz.

Come on, man, let's go

swang this b*tch, man.

Come on.

Hey, bruh. Come here.

Do you wanna see

some cars swang?

Yeah.

(CROWD CHEERING)

(CLAMORING)

You walk yo ass home, boy.

Now! Go!

Nigga.

I saw my shoes!

See, nigga!

Come on!

(SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

(WOMAN SCREAMING)

Go! Go! Go!

Blood.

Niggas came up here

acting hella hard.

He got hit by

a motherfuckin' car.

That's the type

of sh*t that happen

to dumb niggas out here, man.

F*** that nigga though, man.

Welcome to that Bay life, man.

This is how we do it, man.

Yo, you know, where the

f*** are we going, man?

ALBERT:
He's gone.

I'm not having fun anymore.

RICO:
Man, it's a kid, man.

RYAN:
Hey, brother,

let me get my lighter.

I lost it.

What the f*** you mean, man?

(SNICKERS)

Nah, man.

(GUNSHOTS)

Hey. Hey, kid.

F***.

Yo, Brandon. Chill out.

(GUNSHOTS IN DISTANCE)

RICO:
Brandon!

GIRL:
(ON TV) Charlie.

CHARLIE:
Yeah. It's me.

How you feeling, kid?

GIRL:
Okay. How are you?

CHARLIE:
Fine.

ALBERT:
Come on, man.

Let's go.

You don't even know

who the f*** is in there.

What's wrong with you?

Whoa, whoa!

ALBERT:
What is

your problem, man?

What, you got a gun now?

Hey, I'm talking to you!

I should beat yo ass! What, you

think you're tough now, huh?

What, you got a gun,

you gonna shoot somebody?

Then go into Flaco's

house by yourself.

I ain't dying

for your b*tch ass.

Yo, come on.

F*** this.

Yeah, you're f***ing tripping.

CHILD:
(on TV) Mama.

Mama.

CHARLIE:
Don't worry about it.

BOY:
Hello?

CHARLIE:
Hey.

Goodbye, buddy.

GIRL:
Oh, Charlie,

I'll miss you.

CHARLIE:
Yeah, well, I'm...

Now, you go to sleep.

GIRL:
Charlie, will I ever

see you again?

CHARLIE:
Sure.

Sure you will, kid.

F***.

You know, goodbyes are...

He's coming.

Come on. Brandon! Yo! B!

Let's go!

These are my f***ing shoes.

Who the f*** gave you these!

You can't just take

something from somebody

and act like it's yours.

You got that?

CHARLIE:
(ON TV)

Come on, beat it out for me.

KING GATOR:

Honey, you know it.

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

F***!

Why is this sh*t so f***ing loud?

(TV TURNS OFF)

FLACO:
J!

Get up. Get up!

Hurry up.

FLACO:
Where you at?

(DOOR CLOSES)

(WHISPERS) I just wanna get out of here.

You understand?

FLACO:
Where you at, J?

Come out here!

BRANDON:
Say you understand.

I understand.

Where the f*** were you at, huh?

You good?

What's wrong?

J, Why your tape SO quiet?

Huh?

There's somebody's in the house.

Watch out, watch out, watch out.

Down. Sit yo ass down.

(RATTLING)

(GUNSHOTS)

Sh*t!

(THUMPING ON DOOR)

Go! Go!

F***!

ALBERT:
Rico!

(COUGHS)

FLACO:
B*tch-ass

coughin', huh?

B*tch-ass nigga. Come

up in my house, nigga.

(FLACO GROANS)

(WOOD CLATTERS)

Get up. Come on.

Let's go.

Hey! Hey!

Hey. niggas!

Yo, what's up?

Yo, I got my shoes back.

Yo, what happened? Are you guys okay?

Look.

I don't give a f***

about your shoes!

We put up with your bullshit

and followed your

b*tch ass over here!

Now we gonna get shot in the

face over your f***ing shoes!

Flaco's gonna kill us!

Niggas like that don't

give a sh*t, Brandon!

Let's go, man.

BRANDON:
(RAPPING) Chin checking full

of respect Gotta move as a threat

Daily be stressed Round my way

I'm off the project steps

To the curb side at 13

I been cravin' cream

A gatekeeper Them who

understands calls it Bay stream

of blood flow

The girls love me

'cause I love dough

Keep the haze in my veins

and the dope bums slow

With my sidekicks

All of us on that fly sh*t

Ain't lettin' nothin' stop

I ride for my kicks

(HORN HONKING)

You ever been in trouble

with the cops before?

Figured.

You always been

too much of a p*ssy

to get in trouble with the cops.

(CHUCKLES) That ain't

how that works.

You such a man now.

Go on, be a man.

You wanna walk around

with a piece strapped,

starting sh*t you can't finish?

That ain't how that works, bro.

That nigga that

beat you is dead.

He got tossed in front of a car.

And now Gabe got shot.

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