-(flames crackling) -(people screaming)
Cameraman: And just like that, tour is over.
These niggas so soft, bro.
AK gotta tough that shit out.
Like, Mike Jack got burnt worse than that.
-Bro, burnt-- -How long it take for you to recover from that?
It shouldn't even matter.
Tupac checked his own self out the hospital
after getting shot five times.
Five times.
And recorded Hit 'Em Up the very next day.
They not built like that no more.
I blame Lil Nas X.
I don't know, y'all, this smells like
some Illuminati shit.
Brixx suspiciously dies:
blood sacrifice.
AK sets himself ablaze at an industry party.
Baptism by fire.
Then, you can't spell Illuminati without lit.
That's wild.
Damn.
-(mellow hip-hop music playing) -(gunshot)
♪♪
Mia (distorted): Hello, baby.
Come here and give Mama some.
Ooh. What'd you guys get?
Boo! You're on the moon. We just landed!
Hi, Lissa.
(Melissa imitating laser)
Alright, so she's been going to bed around about 10:00 with me.
10:00? Come on, now, y'all just freestyling...
Melissa: Whose two bags are those?
Oh, those are mine.
My evil roommate rented my room out right now,
so I gotta stay with your mom.
Where's your mommy?
(chuckles) I'm an orphan.
Robyn: Girl, you better stop that.
Look, tell your mom and dad I say hey.
You can tell your dad I say hey two times.
-Is he still fine? -Mom.
Alright. Well, y'all got it.
I'ma leave y'all to it.
(Mia sighs)
-(loud thudding) -(baby crying)
-What?! -Neighbor (muffled): Damn. Why you bump me so hard?
Thin-ass walls gonna drive me crazy.
I mean, me and Teisha going to Freaky Friday
for happy hour if you want to come,
get out this house.
Nah, y'all got it.
Why not?
You got a baby sitter sittin' right there.
Oh, what, you too good for Freaky Friday
with your mama now?
I don't want to see my mama shonin'.
Alright, well, there some ballers out there.
You don't want to miss out.
Go get your blessin', girl.
Robyn: Yeah, here I go.
Come on, Miss Shawna. We going to Mars next!
Shawna: Hey, we're going to Mars next, yeah?
Okay, you have fun on Earth. I'm gone.
-Blast off. (chuckles) -Melissa: Do you want to sleep in my room?
(Deja texting)
-Do you think she gon' slap us? -Probably.
(Deja chuckles)
But she never slapped us before.
Yeah, but this is bad, though.
Like, what if she just snaps
and starts swinging?
(Deja chuckles, scoffs)
(mumbling) I know y'all are. I didn't do anything.
Jazmin: You sound real comfortable for a bitch
who's to blame.
She probably gonna slap your ass first.
I ain't getting touched, sweetie.
I might knock that dusty-ass frontal off your head.
Keep talkin'.
-Don't listen to her. She doesn't-- -Is it dusty?
No, it's not dusty,
(gasps) Ooh. You alright, cuz?
-(Miracle giggles) -Jazmin: Hey!
Anybody hurt you?
Girl, wish a bitch would.
-I had fun in jail, shit. -Oh.
This lady did my birth chart for me on a paper towel.
W-- (scoffs)
(distant siren wailing)
How the hell you let this happen?
I took them to the Wellspring.
She was doing too much. Loud in a hotel room.
Back and forth in the lobby, giggling like a crackhead.
Eventually, they called the po-pos.
Was Dante at the hotel?
I don't know what dick she was suckin'.
Dante is the general manager at Wellspring.
You were supposed to pay him to take care of it.
Well, I ain't know that.
But I told you that.
What? I did. I told her she was supposed to pay him,
but she never listens to us, does she?
Tell her, Deja.
I know where you sleep, hoe.
Calling us dusty. Who dusty now?
-Shut your tired ass up! -Dusty Deja!
Jazmin: That's your new name.
-Musty-ass-- -Shut the fuck up!
This the shit I be talkin' 'bout!
You can't just take them to any hotel
and do what the fuck you want.
Now my shit hot 'cause of you.
Look...
just stay off the strip till it die down
and I can smooth shit over.
For now, we'll just keep doing work on Biscayne.
(Jazmin clears throat)
What?
Um, Bugs pushed us off of Biscayne.
He said the only girls working those blocks
are the girls working for him.
I'll take care of it.
(door closes)
Oh, no he didn't. Miss Peaches.
Male Neighbor (muffled): I thought I married a woman who worked out.
Female Neighbor (muffled): Shut your fat ass up.
(scoffs)
Are they always like that?
(chuckles) Girl, every Thursday.
And the gag is they both wider than all outside.
(both chuckle)
(cell phone buzzing)
What Francois say?
Francois hasn't heard anything.
It's just all paused up right now.
But we had a good meeting.
I mean, the dude at Def Jam seemed like
he wanted to work with us.
They're execs, they say all types of shit.
(sighs) Baby, come on.
Go to your bed.
Tell Auntie Shawna bye.
Melissa: Bye, Auntie Shawna.
Shawna: Bye, sweetie.
Mia: So what now?
I don't know.
We were so close, though.
I can't believe this shit happened.
Like, he really...
-Damn. -Shawna: I don't know.
I didn't, I didn't see it coming.
I knew something was wrong with him, but...
I could have done something. Like--
Mia: Girl, no.
Shawna: It happened so fast.
I mean, it's not your fault.
And you can't stop a nigga from doing
what they gon' do in the first place.
Have you heard from Chastity?
I mean, she said she was gonna hit us up
whenever she got a chance.
She had something to do.
(cell phone buzzing)
(inhales sharply) Damn.
Aleesia and Nelly on the way.
-No! -I know.
They're not gon' be here long.
(Shawna sighs)
Girl, why is you stabbing a Capri Sun like that?
Whoa.
(Lamont moans)
(Tiffany breathing heavily)
("Lose Control" by Amaria playing)
Lamont: Get there.
-Get there. -(Tiffany moans)
♪ I can't go back this time ♪
♪ I can't go back this... ♪
Keep an open mind.
Made you a burger.
But it's a quinoa burger.
Alright. What's a quinoa burger?
Just try it.
♪ I want you to see it 'cause I've seen it all ♪
-(Lamont coughs) -Uh-uh.
I just, I just need some animal on my burger.
-Oh, my God. -You got, like,
some hot sauce or something?
You funny.
I know you're not used to this kind of food,
but you gon' thank me when you're regular.
Mm-hmm.
Some Crystal's or some Louisiana?
Fuck. Fuckin' Tabasco?
Whatever you find's probably expired.
Balsamic on a burger?
What? You ain't got shit else.
(chuckling) Oh, my God.
-It work. -(Tiffany laughs)
It's basically a salad.
Let me see this.
Mm.
So Mia's back?
Mm-hmm.
How's that been?
Fine. Why?
♪ I can't go back ♪
♪ This time ♪
♪ I can't go back... ♪
Alright.
What you really want to ask me? Hmm?
Well, does she know?
About us?
It ain't none of her business.
I'm not saying she needs to know.
I'm just trying to make sure there's no problems.
And why would there be problems?
(chuckles) I'm just sayin'.
Some women act crazy over their baby daddy.
(Lamont snorts)
Me and Mia, for real,
we just... strictly business.
We good.
Good.
Because I like what we got going here.
-Shit, I do, too. -(Tiffany laughs)
If you get some hot sauce in this bitch, I'll love it.
(Tiffany laughs)
("Way Better" by Lebra Jolie playing)
♪ You know that's what I like, what I like ♪
♪ A real nigga, you know, that's my type ♪
♪ I be tryna keep it player, I ain't even tryna fight ♪
♪ I'm in my bag, every time I'm outside ♪
Nelly: So the tour is canceled-canceled?
Girl, your going-away balloons ain't even deflated yet.
Bitch. I was on a cloud.
I mean, I was on a red carpet.
Victoria Monét accidentally drunk my tequila.
-Nelly: Mm. -Roddy Ricch gave me a hug,
-and-- -Okay!
But then everything went left after that.
Aleesia: You mean to tell me y'all can't get to the bag
'cause this nigga want to be Burna Boy?
(Nelly gasps)
-Aleesia. -Nelly: You can't talk like that, girl.
God don't like ugly. You--
Now you see what happened to Kevin Samuels?
Girl, please. I'm God's favorite.
It ain't like he dead.
I'm just saying, he real burnt for that.
-Nelly: Oh! -(Nelly and Aleesia laughing)
-Stop. For real. Like, you-- -Nelly: Stop, bro.
What? I'm on your side.
Fine. I'ma quit roasting him.
-(both laughing) -Oh, God! He was on fire!
I'm gonna go to the bathroom.
Oh, that, that was the last one. I--
-That was the last one, I promise. -Mia: Shawna, you okay?
Nelly: You on fire.
Aleesia: Girl, I promise.
Why y'all play so much?
(sniffles)
(deep breaths)
(muffled screaming)
(shaky breaths)
(siren wailing in distance)
(sobbing)
(fire roaring loudly)
(whimpers)
(gasping breaths)
(sobs)
I really hate this for you, friend.
Let's take a moment of silence for that fine nigga Ca$h...
-Nelly: Ooh. -...and the relationship that could have been.
Nelly: It's probably for the best, though,
'cause you wasn't feeling his ass like that.
Man, fuck that nigga.
-Ooh. -Okay.
Like, I knew it was something about him.
You know what I'm sayin'?
And I was on some messy shit, too,
-but still... -Aleesia: Mm-mm. You know what?
It's okay, girl. This was only your first rapper.
Now we just need to strategize.
Ooh, I like that word.
So what kind of hug did Roddy Ricch give you?
Oh. (sighs)
Girl, ain't nothing going down with me
and Roddy Ricch.
Aleesia: Hm
(whispers) But I did fuck Courtney Luke.
(laughing)
-Who is that? -Mia: Courtney--
-Courtney Luke. -I, I don't know.
-Google. Google. -You know I am.
Courtney. Courtney.
-Luke. Courtney Luke. -Nelly: Ooh! Um,
-you talking about the, um-- -Courtney Luke.
The nigga with the, uh, them nice-ass lips?
Yeah, he pretty.
Alright, now he does pass the seven-figure test.
-Mia: Mm-hmm. -Aleesia: Okay. Not bad. Not bad.
Okay, so, what was it givin'?
Yeah, yeah, uh, wh-what exactly is
the longitude and latitude of that dick?
Like...
-(Aleesia laughs) -Such as...
Is it like this or is it like this?
First of all, you stupid and you nosy.
But, I mean, I really haven't heard from him since the party.
I mean... But I understand, though.
I mean, ever since the Ca$h shit
and his homeboy almost got Krispy Kreme'd.
Nelly: Oh, child, please.
Call that nigga up right now and just be like,
-"Hey, Daddy." -(Aleesia chuckles)
-"Y'all need anything?" -Uh-uh.
"Like some Neosporin or like some...
(gagging) ...Aquaphor?"
(all laughing)
(bathroom door closes)
-Shawna: I am... -Hey, boo.
...gonna just get some fresh air.
Mia: Shawna, are you okay, baby?
Shawna: Yeah. I'm so, I'm so good.
Mia: Girl, I could drive you.
You got-- You ain't got to go--
Be careful.
(Aleesia and Nelly laugh)
(brakes creak)
(shuts off engine)
-(distant traffic noise) -(siren wailing)
("Born By the River" by Sexyy Red and Sukihana playing)
♪ Bitch, it's time ♪
♪ To get this motherfuckin' money ♪
♪ The tricks is out, and coochie ain't free ♪
♪ 'Round this motherfucker ♪
♪ I don't know what y'all hoes gon' do ♪
♪ But me and my bitches finna get this good ol' coin ♪
♪ I was born by the river... ♪
Get that dick out your mouth.
One more slurp and I-I swear
it'll be dick and nipples all over this motherfucker.
(moaning)
(door bangs open)
Chastity: Oh, y'all having a orgy?
It's a wrap!
Get your hoe belongings
and get the fuck up outta here.
Let's move, bitch! Let's go!
(group clamoring)
-Hey, y'all get the-- -Woman: Horace!
I told you we only do role play
when I'm on my period.
Who the fuck is this bitch?
-I don't know. -(mouth full) Liar!
Hey, bitch! Pull out and get out!
-(gunshots) -(people screaming)
Y'all don't work here no more!
Tell Bugs stay off this block!
♪ ...yo' baby mama 'nem to send you some mail ♪
(people clamoring)
(tap running)
(knocking on door)
(knocking continues)
Shawna: Hey.
Dude, can I come in?
Yeah. You...
(Maurice clears throat)
I would have, uh...
cleaned up if I knew, y-you know,
like, if you, if you would have called,
-I would have-- -Please. No, no, no, no.
It's okay. You're fine.
This is fine. How are you doing?
I've been better.
(deep breath)
("Let It Go" by Kelela playing)
♪♪
♪ Mmh, no ♪
(Maurice sighs)
♪ Let it sink in ♪
♪ My love ♪
♪ The way you're at it is ♪
(Shawna sighs deeply)
♪ Enough ♪
♪ Care to tell me... ♪
(chuckles)
Come on, man, I...
(chuckles)
(Shawna chuckles)
(deep breath)
Hey. Um...
can I maybe sleep here tonight?
♪ I'ma roll, I'ma roll, I'ma roll, let me roll ♪
-Yeah. -Yeah?
I'll get you something to sleep in.
Okay.
♪ It's just a stormy cloud ♪
♪♪ That's nowhere bound ♪
♪ Let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go... ♪
Mommy, I'm bored. Can we play?
(Mia sighs)
Okay. What we finna play?
(lively hip-hop music playing)
♪ Bop-bop, ba-bossy ba-bop-bop, ba-bossy ♪
♪ Bossy, bossy, when ya bossy ba-bop-bop ♪
♪ Ma-movie, bossy bossy when ya movie ba-bop-bop ♪
♪ Ba-worky, worky, worky, worky, worky, worky ♪
♪♪
What would you like to eat today, ma'am?
Um, I would like the chicken.
We don't have that.
♪♪
♪ Bop, bop, bop, bop ♪
Y'all got spaghetti?
We don't have that neither.
So what y'all got?
You want the bacon and eggs?
Watch your tone.
I'm Astronaut Daughter and you're Astronaut Mommy.
Astronaut Mommy just returned
from a long tour in space,
and she tired.
And she loves Astronaut Daughter
very, very, very, very, very much.
(sighs) But she need a break.
Okay. Well, then...
you can have Doctor Mommy, then.
(Mia sighs)
(line ringing)
Robyn (on phone): Hello?
Y'all still going to Freaky Friday for happy hour?
♪ We don't got time for drama ♪
♪ We countin' this money like bezzlers, we levelin' ♪
♪ All of my bitches been winnin' and spinnin' ♪
♪ We rockin' these diamonds we bezzelin' ♪
♪ Stompin' on bitches we moonlight the mob ♪
♪ The shit out the mud the shit out the dirt ♪
♪ I got a body I'm killin' 'em dead ♪
♪ These niggas just wanna come shoot up my hearse ♪
-♪ I don't got time for no nigga ♪ -♪ No ♪
-♪ I don't got time for hoe niggas ♪ -♪ No ♪
-♪ We don't got time for broke niggas ♪ -♪ Yeah ♪
♪ All of my bitches be go-getters ♪
♪ I don't got time for no nigga, no ♪
♪ I don't got time for hoe niggas ♪
(cell phone chimes)
♪ We don't got time for broke niggas ♪
♪ All of my bitches be go-getters ♪
Fuck.
Man, what are y'all do--
(grunts)
-(Deja crying) -Welcome back, Duke.
(softly) Please.
Chastity: Hey, hey, we ain't even got to do all this.
-(Chastity grunts) -(girls screaming)
-(Chastity groans) -(girls crying)
Deja: No, no.
Miracle: Please! Please!
Jazmin: Stop! Stop!
Hey! Shut the fuck up
before I put a shot in one of you bitches!
-(blow thuds) -(Chastity grunts)
Bugs: Alright, that's enough, that's enough.
(girls whimpering)
(Chastity groans, breathing heavily)
Bugs: You know what?
You lucky I'm feeling good today.
But make no mistake, you try me again...
and I'm gon' kill you, bitch.
(Chastity groans)
Bugs: And don't let me catch you
or these raggedy-ass bitches on my block.
(girls crying)
Let's go.
(steam hissing)
What are you doing?
Maurice: Uh... (sighs)
I'm just getting rid of some shit.
No, not the Dior.
I'm not gonna be wearing none of this shit anymore,
so I might as well sell it.
(camera shutter snaps)
Well, you don't know that.
(Maurice chuckles)
Yes, I do.
Shawna: No! You wore that
the first week I was at the Plymouth.
-Yeah, I did. -Yeah.
Yeah.
You remember that white family
that kept trying to blame me for the weather?
So you sent them to restaurants in the hood?
-Maurice: Oh, my God! -(Shawna laughs)
Maurice: See how I had your back?
Even though you was trying to be mean to me and shit.
I wasn't mean to you.
-Mm. -No, I had a boyfriend.
And you kept trying to flirt with me,
throwing dick around all willy-nilly.
(laughs)
Maurice: I mean, you liked it, though.
Yeah.
You were the highlight of my workday.
Honestly, you probably the only reason
I even survived there.
Shit.
Oh, yeah?
Shawna: Yeah.
You're the only person I can be myself with.
And after everything,
you're still here for me.
You a good man, Maurice.
♪♪
(knocking on door)
-Melissa: Daddy! -Hey.
Hey. Captain Melissa. Are you ready for takeoff?
-Roger! -Ooh.
T-minus three, two, one.
-Whoosh! -Melissa: Takeoff!
Lamont: Woo, woo, woo, woo!
Melissa: Skrrt, skrrt!
Woo, woo, woo, woo!
Melissa: Skrrt, skrrt!
Lamont: Woo, woo, woo, woo!
Melissa: Skrrt, skrrt!
Bow, bow, bow! (laughs)
Daddy, let's go.
Yeah. (kisses)
Let's go. Go get your stuff.
(Lamont sighs)
I'm finna go out with my mom and Aunt Teisha.
But I already know it's gon' be giving auntie fest in there.
(chuckles) You know?
Bumper curls and crocodile shoes.
(Mia chuckles)
Yeah, good luck with that. (chuckles)
Right? Well, we just gon' see how it go.
She always back and forth with me, so...
(Lamont snorts)
Guess that's just what y'all do. Come on, baby.
-What? -Nothing.
Yeah. I'll get that.
I'm gonna take you, and we go.
-Bye, Mommy. -Mia: Bye, baby.
Melissa: Can I get some Chick-fil-A?
Damn. You ain't even gonna say goodbye?
(flies buzzing)
Uncle Calvin: Yo. Put that on it.
It'll help the swelling go down.
-Besides... -(Chastity grunts)
we got business to handle.
You gon' kill him?
All you have in this world is your balls and your word.
I'ma to show you how to get respect.
Goddamn.
I ain't killed a nigga since '03.
You come fucking up my streak.
Uncle Calvin: Damn.
("Big Momma Thang" by Lil' Kim playing)
♪ Uh, wha, wha ♪
♪ You got it goin' on, wha, wha ♪
♪ Uh, wha, you got it... ♪
-Hey, Mama. -Hey, babe.
Where Teisha at?
Oh. (sighs) She got stuck at work,
so it's just us.
I bet Melissa was wearing you out today, wasn't she?
(both laugh)
Yeah, she had me scrunched
in that damn kiddie kitchen.
(both laugh)
Her restaurant.
They ain't never got nothin' but bacon and eggs.
-And that stale-ass bread. -Okay?
-Lord have mercy. -Mm.
Y'all too fine to be sitting over here by yourselves.
-(chuckling) Thank you. -Can I pull up a chair?
-Yeah, you can pull up a chair-- -Uh, we good, uh.
Walter, these hoes stuck up in here tonight. Goddamn.
So I guess you finna pay for these drinks.
Mm. That's fine.
Mm. Alright.
But how you doin' with everything?
(sighs) It seem like you kind of going through it.
(sighs) Man, I'm disappointed.
Well, don't be. Shit.
You got to do more than most people.
And you got a lot of good stuff going on
for you here at home, so...
Where?
I'm back in Miami
in these thin-ass-wall apartments
with these loud-ass babies
and these bottom-shelf, broke-ass niggas.
This ain't the life I want.
Well, it's good enough for me. (chuckles)
You always got to find something wrong
with everything and everybody.
I don't know why you think you got it so bad, Mia.
But why you taking it personal?
Like, can I say how I feel?
Look, all I know is
sometimes shit don't always work out
the way you want it to, and you got to keep it moving.
Alright?
Yeah, your daddy, he threw money around,
but he didn't help me.
I ain't have no Lamont.
And I definitely couldn't get up
and travel all these places like you.
So, count your damn blessings, girl.
(Mia sighs)
Mia, there ain't nothing wrong with making the most
out of what you got.
Okay?
Now can I please go and invite this nigga back?
(Mia sighs)
I mean, his shoes fake.
But since we're making the most of shit...
(softly) Thank you, baby.
Hey, you. Come on, my homegirl was just hangry.
-Don't pay her no mind. -(Mia scoffs)
Shawna: Oh, my God. I don't even clean my own apartment like this.
Well, you got a nigga whole place smelling
like Fabuloso and shit.
(both laugh)
This shit always hits.
Shawna: My mom used to get this for us
whenever she didn't feel like cooking,
and woo,
I would go to war with my little sister
over these damn plantains.
You remember that song they used to play
at the end of they commercials?
-Yes. (laughs) -Ha!
-Shawna: For sure. -(Maurice humming)
(Shawna laughs)
Okay, that's enough.
Yo, stop, stop, stop. For real.
So you don't want me to choreograph for y'all?
'Cause you not really, you know... (sniffs)
...in a position to be picky.
-You know what I'm sayin'? -Uh-huh.
-I'ma have y'all like... -How dare you?
Seduce.
-And scheme, nigga. -(Shawna laughing)
Seduce, ha.
-Shawna: Uh-huh. -Scheme, nigga.
Shawna: I think we deserve better.
Maurice: I'm 'bout to have y'all...
Are you fucking serious, Zo?
Bro, we not doing shit. I need you to calm down.
-Okay, maybe I should go. -Yeah, maybe you should.
My nigga, you need to chill the fuck out.
(Stanley speaking Haitian Creole)
(speaking Haitian Creole)
Dame got you so sprung you can't even see straight.
Maurice: Okay, so I'm 'posed to trust you?
'Cause it's better if I go.
(in Haitian Creole)
(Stanley chuckles)
You know what? I'm done protecting you.
-Okay. -Don't say shit
when that dame flip on yo ass.
Bet.
He tell you he been recording y'all conversations?
Yeah, I bet he left that out.
Shawna: Maurice...
(Stanley's car engine starts)
is that true?
(car screeches away)
I'm gonna go. Yeah.
(door opens)
(door slams)
(knocking on door)
You okay?
No.
(Shawna exhales heavily)
(Shawna sighs)
(muffled sound of crying baby)
(engine rumbling)
(engine shuts off)
Wait here.
Yeah, you know, maybe you can just,
you know, talk to him
instead of--
You know what I'm sayin'?
(softly) Oh, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.
(distant car alarm blares)
'Sup, my nigga?
-Bugs: Oh, man. What's up? -What's up, man?
Bugs: Oh shit, you--
Y-You need motherfuckers... (continues indistinctly)
-What's up? -Uncle Calvin: What happened with my niece, bro?
-What was that about? -You know, she was kinda, like,
a little out of pocket, man.
But, you know, I ain't try to do too much to her.
-You know what I'm sayin'? -Mm. No problem.
-Bugs: You feel me? -Thank God.
That's right. Lay down, pussy-ass nigga.
-We good. -You know what I'm saying? But I appreciate--
Bugs: Oh! Goddamn!
-Yeah? (grunts) -(horn honks)
(Uncle Calvin muttering)
(Bugs yells)
(Uncle Calvin grunts)
(Bugs groans)
-(car door slamming) -(Uncle Calvin grunting)
Bugs: Oh! Hey, hey!
-(gunshot) -(bullet casing clinks)
(Uncle Calvin exhales sharply)
(panting)
(sharp exhale)
I got your block back.
(sharp exhale)
Thanks.
♪ None of you fake ass hoes don't want real beef, yeah ♪
♪ Fuck around and get that hate knocked out yo teeth, yeah ♪
♪ Goons outside yo crib, get up out yo sleep, yeah ♪
♪ You can get all this smoke fuckin' 'round with me, yeah ♪
♪ We want all that smoke, bitch ♪
♪ We want all that smoke ♪
♪ We want all that smoke, yeah ♪
♪ We want all that smoke ♪
♪ We want all that smoke, hoe ♪
♪ We want all that smoke, bitch ♪
♪ We want all that smoke, yeah ♪
♪ We want all that smoke ♪
♪ I'm with whatever where ever ♪
♪ If they want smoke then I'm on some chimney shit ♪
♪ Hoe u gotta be tripping You gotta be dizzy ♪
♪ If u think that you'll ever get rid of me, bitch I'm a gangsta ♪
♪ Run up on me with that fye Ima blank ya ♪
♪ Pull out my belt you too luh Ima spank ya ♪
♪ Gotta think twice for they try to come n get me ♪
♪ Just to monitor a bitch on my ankle ♪
♪ Got a problem with the kid then come address it ♪
♪ I don't like to hang with bitches ♪
♪ Cuz these bitches be too messy ♪
♪ Shut up hoe or get active this a world wide message ♪
♪ They don't really want these problems ♪
♪ They ain't like that and I said it cuz ♪
♪ Fake ass hoes don't want real beef, yeah ♪
♪ Fuck around and get that hate knocked out yo teeth, yeah ♪
♪ Goons outside yo crib, get up out yo sleep ♪
♪ Yeah, you can get all this smoke fuckin' 'round with me ♪
♪ Yeah, we want all that smoke, bitch ♪