you attend one of your closest boy’s house parties one night.
it was one of his intimate “meet n greet” gatherings.
well this dude:
…was all up in your grill piece the whole night.
he impressed you.
you exchange numbers with him and ya’ll talk pretty much every night.
as you talk,
you find out he has no job,
is in school with good grades,
has a beautiful daughter but isn’t with the baby mama,
and has a nice ass crib in one of the nicest parts of the city.
he picks you up one night in this:
ya’ll go out and have a good night.
pays for every fuckin’ thing.
when he drops you off,
he parks the car and you ask him what he really does for a living.
he reveals to you that he does credit card scams.
return stolen items and get back money.
get people’s credit card information,
buy a bunch of shit,
and return it for cash.
buying shit on people’s credit cards.
you know how it go.
he got put on by your boy,
who you didn’t know does it as well.
he says he won’t get you involved,
but he is feeling you type heavy.