Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-Yeah. -Come on with it.
-I'm-a find you later, right? -Yeah, I'm-a find you, man.
it might be better. Huh?
-VIOLET: I'm not scared of you. -Bitch...
Come on, man. Stop playing, dawg.
(laughing): For real.
(groans loudly)
DARIUS: Uh-huh. (chuckles)
Hey, Paper Boi. What's up, man? What the fuck, man?
Uh... yeah.
Yo, hold on, hold on. Bring it back, man.
She only got, like, 300 followers.
Hell yeah. Y-You want to see the gun room?
Nigga, I'm ready right now.
-Whoa! -(people gasp)
-That's how I make money. -Look, no shade,
WOMAN: You really showed up.
(Tracy grunts)
-Uh... -I'm Paper Boi's security.
Damn, I couldn't even be mad at that.
This .38 almost sliced your ass.
Nigga, it's old as fuck, bruh.
-DARIUS: Oh, God, bro. -ALFRED: What the fuck?
Oh, my God, these fucking hos, man.
Hi. I'm Violet.
(chuckles) But, nigga, you know I'm staying here.
-* I wanna * -* Dun dun dunt, oh *
* My whip from Germany *
* I'm lookin' for Mrs. Bubble Gum *
-(laughs) -Open... open this...
You can't even put a bullet in this thing.
(chuckles) All right.
-Yeah. (sniffs) -Industry plant.
FX presents Atlanta.
Uh, I got to go give these pledges a mud bath.
* Whoa, oh *
Bang!
-(camera clicks) -Yeah, you know.
-* Am I a fool? * -* Ooh *
(engine starts)
Fucking hate these fucking college hos. Shit!
with her and pocket the money from the hotel.
Come on.