Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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

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

* 'Cause I stay so hard *

I see exactly what's happening out here.

Well, uh, this is

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

I appreciate that.

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

* I clap a nigga *

* Yeah, this a nice little beat *

-You want to square up? -Hell no.

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

(laughing): Goddamn!

-(laughter) -(alarm blaring)

DARIUS: Oh! Shit.

DARIUS: Oh, shit.

And I was this magnificent crocodile.

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

* I got sauce, call me Ragu *

That's all I know.

* Girl, shake that laffy taffy *

or I'm gonna lose my shit, man.

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

That's even weirder.

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

Holy shit. You're fucking Paper Boi.

One week was months ago.

* I'm 'bout to grab the key *

we're not gonna have enough room.

and she's actually writing a paper on you.

I haven't seen him smile in a while.

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

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

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

(plane passes overhead)

Oh, and your fit's on the table.

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

(metallic clanking)

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

Man, I am slick.

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

DARIUS: Oh, shit.

DARIUS: Earn. Come on, man.

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