“Oh fuck this! I’m not driving this shit. You and Rico can kiss my ass.” Dai backed away from the car. He was wearing three-hundred-dollar jeans and thousand-dollar gym shoes. There was no way any part of his body was touching the inside of that triflin’ ass car. They had him royally fucked up. “Dai, your job is to drive the fucking car. You getting paid to drive this bitch to the drop off location. All that extra shit you can keep.” Nite pressed something on the dashboard causing the car to rev up. “Fuck it, gimme your shirt.” “Nigga, no, you not about to sit on my shirt. Get the fuck in the
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