Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Huh.
Who the fuck are we dealing with, man?
Oh, shit.
That shit was crazy!
-VIOLET: Yes! -We need to leave right now.
You heard me, right?
Yeah.
about breaking in my goddamn apartment, man?
Thank you, man.
-these fucking hands, bruh. -Nigga, I wish it would stop.
TRACY: Come on.
Oh.
At Statesboro. For free.
(chuckles)
TRACY: Okay.
-A gun room? -Yeah. Want to see?
-Man, you don't hear that shit? -It's cool.
No. Okay, just stay.
Mmm.
That's your cousin, bro.
What the fuck?!
-(scoffs) -That's, like...
(indistinct arguing continues)
Yo, this nigga was kicking the...
* Yeah, I like this lil' beat right here *
-Hey, guys. -Oh.
That was like the-the Crime Mob, D4L, Maceo days.
does Violet live here?
(sighs)
You need to watch out for that one.
-Yeah. -That explains the citronella.
-No, we're not! -Yeah. (chuckles) It's the ground that kills ya.
What, like, a Paper Boi paper?
-I can feel that. -That's what I'm talking about.
but sometimes that shit ain't enough, bro.
We're going somewhere not fun.
-You're very aware of your words. -Oh, yeah?
Earn, look, man. Ain't nobody in there, bro.
Yeah, man. $200 for security right here.
* Yeah, that way *
And of course my fucking weed gone.