Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

* Am I a fool? *

That's Tracy. Uh, he won't be staying here, though.

TRACY: Listen, bitch, keep your hands off of me for real.

-Goddamn, let me see that, bruh. -TRACY: Oh, shit.

* Oh, doh, doh, doh *

What we running from? I don't even know why we running

Man, this shit is bugged the fuck out, bruh. (laughs)

I had a dream about you.

-I see you brought one extra. -EARN: Yeah.

naked, by this river,

Yeah, but what happened to "one week," Tracy, man, huh?

TRACY: Come on, man. I don't want to do all this, bruh.

* I'm sippin' on Belaire *

Tracy, could you do me a favor and stop talking?

car over, so I can beat this nigga's ass!

-I'm-a turn your ass... -I'll knock you the fuck...

-Oh! -Oh, fuck, man!

-ALFRED: Yeah, I'm good, man. -EARN: Just, I'm-a check this.

-Oh, yeah. -Yeah. And, uh, you met Honey.

I'm so sick and tired of your fat fucking mouth!

Certain hats, weed.

Yeah. It was me that made them girls crazy.

* It's either I win or you lose 'cause I won't accept... *

Hey. Paper Boi's here. Come on.

EARN: (grunts) You want to fuck with me, nigga?

-to my little sister, man? -EARN: Stop it. Go, go.

* Wash out your mouth, your lies are getting rusty... *

-Hey. -Oh, hey, how's it going?

ALFRED: I'm leaving with or without your ass, man.

-What is you doing, man? -Oh!

-Uh, I don't think we... -CLARK: Dang, bro.

* I clap a nigga like patty cake *

Nah. No, that's good for him.

Nothing was about to happen until something happened.

-I don't give a fuck. -Earn, man.

What, you think a woman gonna open the door

EARN: We're not staying in a hotel.

* Snatch your baby girl and skeet all on her face *