Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

* I'm 'bout to grab the key *

* Girl, shake that laffy taffy *

(metallic clanking)

* Clean up your rap, your story's getting dusty *

* I clap a nigga *

-I'm about to hit the field, all right? -Yeah.

DARIUS: Oh! Shit.

Well, uh, this is

That's kind of... it's impressive.

Man, I am slick.

DARIUS: Oh, shit.

That's all I know.

DARIUS: Oh, shit.

-(sighing): Bro. -You saw that, bruh.

(laughing): Goddamn!

* I got sauce, call me Ragu *

and she's actually writing a paper on you.

I haven't seen him smile in a while.

That's even weirder.

-The fuck I'm looking at, Earn? -Oh, wait.

I see exactly what's happening out here.

One week was months ago.

* 'Cause I stay so hard *

Thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you.

-This nigga, man. -ALFRED: Come on, man.

Holy shit. You're fucking Paper Boi.

You're like... one-one of my two favorite rappers.

I appreciate that.

And I was this magnificent crocodile.

-(snaps fingers) -Yeah, that was my shit.

Who are you...? Oh, he playin', right?

-(laughter) -(alarm blaring)

in the greenroom, though. Carson Flex gonna pull up.

we're not gonna have enough room.

DARIUS: Earn. Come on, man.

Oh, and your fit's on the table.

-You want to square up? -Hell no.

You do realize I'm trying to make you more money?

-* Am I a good man? * -* Ooh *

(plane passes overhead)

-Fuck, man. -We got to get off campus.

-Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. -Fuck, bruh. Yo, yo. Come on.

or I'm gonna lose my shit, man.

* Yeah, this a nice little beat *