Riding Dirty With Red

My Boo Thang For Life

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I’m visiting my homeboys while on Spring Break. Finesse has moved to Tennessee, with the help of his Atlanta Plug. He invites me and a friend to hang out for a few days. I’ve brought Red my ride or die.

“Let’s ride. Got some business to take care of. I need your help. Is the girl going?”

Red speaks up.

“Hell yeah, I’m riding boys.”

We hop in the Caddy. The sunroof is open. It’s a lovely Tennessee mid-afternoon.

Finn looks over at me and smiles. I’m instantly in warrior mode. My hood instincts kick in. I know we are about to either get dirty or do dirty.

“What the fuck you smiling at, nigga?”

He adjusts his rearview mirror looking at Red. She is bobbing her head to the beat on the radio.

Red has her Blues Boys shades, a tight Clemson orange T-shirt. White shortie shorts, her legs crossed Indian style. She’s sitting in the middle of the back seat.

“Damn, that bitch is hot as hell,” Finesse says.

Red is trying to hear over the music. The wind from the sunroof doesn’t allow her to understand what he’s saying.

“What?”