Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

This Clark County dude,
for my job interview today.
Yeah, man. Tracy ain't lying.
through our platform.
Yeah, 'cause, you know, I'm a talker.
MAN 2: Let me see.
I don't know, man, you just look like the type.
-* Saw your baby mama like * -* Yoo-hoo *
Oh, I'm-a kill this nigga.
* So you know I'll make this paper flip *
What?
Think a old lady stole my Vitamix, man.
-MAN: Mm. -TRACY: You know?
We'll probably leave in a little bit.
-he making money, man. -* Hey, hey *
-Oh. Wow. -This is good, man.
Yeah, man. That shit cool, bruh.
-* Uh, yeah * -* Paper Boi... *
Baskets.
And then, you just let them bake.
-(Alfred sighing) -(phone whooshing)
* I'll be in the paper, man *
-How you doin', boy? -You know, man. What you been up to, bruh?
ALFRED: That nigga Andy sent it.
MAN: You hungry? You need anything?
That's the window, man! St... Oh, shit...
I got to let them bake, baby.
No, man.
Man, you know the worst part of it is
(clanks)
I don't think we'll be able to offer you a job here right now.
-Good to see you. -How you doing, man?
I'm-a pay you back, man.
What the hell, nigga?
* Paper man, paper man *
-(button clicks) -ENGINEER: Okay.
Absolutely. Um...
Anyway, we're all big fans of your music
-Thanks, man, I appreciate that. -Mm-hmm.
Hell yeah.
or some shit. Fuck out of here!
MAN 2: We're gonna call you "36 Savage," soon.
Oh, shit.
ALFRED: 'Cause of all that damn grease
DARIUS: Oh, look at this dude.