us before anybody || Roddy ricch

2.

Roddy ricch 👀.
Calabasas, California

"where the rest of yo clothes?" i asked jordyn as she walked down the stairs.

"roddy shut up" she mugged me. "youn think i look good?" she pouted.

"you always look good, J" she cheesed.

"you goin like that?" she stared at my body.

"man i'll fuck you up" she laughed. "we just goin to a damn party"

"yea but it's donbo's party and yknow that nigga get crazy" i chuckled.

"and? ain't like you gon be doin no crazy shit witcho innocent ass" she smacked my head.

"that's what you think" she smirked and walked into her kitchen.

"tf you did?" she shrugged. "jordyn kasiyah rios" she giggled.

"micah ate my shit"

micah 🙄.

micah is such a bum ass nigga i wish i could fuck him up.

he stood jordyn up on so many dates and he even cheated on her a whole bunch.

ion know why she stay but she do and it's fucking irritating.

and to hear that he's tryna get sum pussy is just pissing me off even more.

"RODRICK!" i was snapped out of my thoughts as i felt a sting on my cheek.

"you just slap me?" i groaned as i rubbed my cheek

"you wasn't listening to me" she shrugged.

"man chill on the government" she rolled her eyes. "i'll fuck you up, jordyn. stop playing" she grabbed her phone.

"whatever roddy you ready?" i nodded.

- later at the party -

"This gon' be your shit, I know
It's like I can't do no wrong, I know
You gon' put this on repeat, I know
This gon' be your favorite song, I know"