Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I don't... No. I don't know. Listen...

(alarm continues blaring)

I need shit, Lottie needs shit. You need shit.

-Bring all black, boy. -Say no more.

Nothing, nothing. Oh, my eye.

(Earn kicking door)

My car and shit, man.

I told you, man. What happened, yo? What happened?

Oh, fuck no, man!

we need this college fan base.

And speaking of which, that bitch--

-Run! Run! Run! -(laughs)

(people shouting, voices on radio, static)

We were holding each other,

* She's no good *

-What? What? -Come on, nigga.

(laughs) Damn, yo, you Fulton County Police or something?

Hey, uh, let me show you where you're sleeping.

with over 3K followers, it could be tough.

Tonight, man... (laughs)

VIOLET: Oh, my God. I'm such a fan.

-Y'all trying to hang, anybody? -VIOLET: Oh, yeah, we'll hang.

Get in the car.

Yeah, a lot of us are from the South.

We know them. They just performed.

-* Just playing it cool? * -* Ooh, ooh *

Bruh, if this car stop, I'm-a give you

-Oh, word? Cool. -Great. -VIOLET: Okay, come in.

What made you go like that, bro? Kickin' the door?

And we're leaving right now.

Yeah, a bunch of the alumni send guns to the frats.

What the fuck is all this shit?

* Girl, shake that laffy taffy *

Oh, shit, nigga, I'm talking about your ass. (laughs)