(rapping) ♪ Nigga buy me Mugler like I'm supposed to care ♪
-♪ Nigga, shut up ♪ -♪ If it ain't about the cash, nigga, I'm flippin' my hair ♪
♪ 50 inch to be exact, all Brazilian down my back ♪
♪ If you ain't gon' cut the check ♪
♪ Nigga, I ain't gon' cut no slice, what ♪
"When are you going to jail?
I heard you was charged with a murder."
-What? (laughs) -Okay, well, clearly,
she's free as fuck.
Okay? And y'all wrong as hell.
Y'all are messy.
Please think before y'all write us.
Try to. Just a little bit.
-Please. -Please.
"I miss Lord AK.
-Was he cool?" -Mm.
Yeah. Yeah, He was cool. I miss him, too.
Yeah, we love him.
We praying for him.
(rapping) ♪ Is you a snitch, are you a bitch? ♪
♪ Boy, I think you double trouble ♪
♪ I might fuck you, I might leave ♪
♪ But, nigga, I can never cuff you ♪
♪ Don't trust these niggas ♪
♪ Quick to pick and choose and tell a lie ♪
♪ How I'm the baddest bitch out here ♪
♪ But it's still me they dick ride ♪
"Y'all always sampling.
Why don't y'all have your own beats?"
-First off-- -Bitch, why you don't got your own bed?
-What? -But that's not the question.
If y'all want us to have some beats,
why don't you send us some?
-Send us some-- -It's positivity.
-Like, y'all so negative. -Get on Ableton, Logic.
Do something for us.
No dick pics though. Please, no dick pics.
Thee_ogfraud wants to know,
"Do you guys have boyfriends or are you dating anybody?"
-Um, no. Okay. -Nosy. Nosy ass.
Niggas is either doing too much...
-Mm-hmm. (chuckles) -...or too little. Okay?
Like, nobody's trying to be Goldilocks.
You know what? It's a bitch-nigga epidemic out here.
-These niggas is sick, for real. -Mm-hmm.
And niggas don't lick like they used to.
(Shawna laughs)
("Trust Issues" by Slimeroni playing)
♪ Hoes coming like my Glock ♪
♪ Get too hot they get to switchin' ♪
♪ All that whinin' and bitchin' ♪
♪ Got my own problems can't fix it ♪
♪ All these thoughts up in my head ♪
♪ I'm smokin' loud so I can't listen ♪
-♪ I don't trust these niggas ♪♪ -♪ No ♪
♪ And I don't trust these bitches... ♪
(cell phone buzzing)
(Shawna sighs)
-(banging on door) -Mia: Girl, hurry up!
Come on. What is you doing in there?
We finna be late.
Chastity is almost here.
Ow. (groans) Shit!
("Bed Time" by Flo Milli playing)
♪ Make a ho go night-night like it's bedtime ♪
Hey. I'm on my way. You want something from Checkers?
(Jazmin coughs through phone, clears throat)
Jazmin (raspy voice): Oh, you ain't get my text?
I can't suck dick today. I'm sick.
Girl, if you don't take some DayQuil and come on.
Jazmin: How I'ma suck dick when I'm coughing like this?
(hacking cough)
(Jazmin barking)
Bitch, is you barking?
Man, get--
I'ma hit you later.
Shawna: Who was that on the phone?
Chastity: Fucking Jazmin ass.
She been flakin', and Peaches talkin'
about her bunion swollen, she limping.
-Miracle got BV. -Ugh.
Deja's the only one working right now.
I don't know, Chastity, maybe they're traumatized.
They did see you lose a tooth.
Chastity: Shit, I'm traumatized too.
Your replacement looks really good, by the way.
It's perfect.
Man, you need to let this shit go.
It's clearly not for your ass.
How we gon' be successful if our manager pimping
and getting beat the fuck up?
Then we got Miss Swipey-de-Swipe-Swipe
right here in the front seat with her scamming-ass.
Too soon, Mia.
You need to get us a music bag
while we still relevant.
(Shawna sighs)
What's the holdup with the music anyway?
There is no new music 'cause we don't have beats.
We don't even have a place to record right now.
And Francois not even fucking with me.
He's not responding.
I know Reina's Caucasian-witch ass
got in his head.
Man, fuck that nigga. We don't need him.
Mia, I thought you was gonna hit Lamont.
(chuckling scoff)
This nigga keeps saying the studio booked.
Then he keep saying he gon' send some beats, and then he don't.
I'm not finna keep begging that nigga. Shit.
You've been calling him broke for so long,
he probably ain't fucking with you.
'Cause he been fucking broke. Shit.
You know how broke I am, Chastity?
I just got myself a application for Checkers,
and I'ma fill it out, too.
Mia: We all broke, Titties.
Chastity: Lemme see if I could talk to him.
But you got to keep it professional with him.
Shawna: Oh, my God. Guys, we need to focus up.
We haven't done shit since the tour.
We made zero progress.
I know. And I got y'all.
Chastity. We know how hard-working you are.
We know how smart you are.
You get shit done.
But just imagine if you took all the energy
you was using over there and brought it over here.
I hear you.
I'ma hit that A&R chick from the Billboard party.
She out here for a week doing some event.
I'ma make a play.
("Just Relax" by Lola Brooke playing)
♪ Bitches wan' be this, 'cause I was always that ♪
♪ Niggas say they rich? Let's keep it a stack ♪
♪ I ain't with the tic, I be moving tac ♪
-Tiffany: Hey, guys. -Hey, Mama.
Hi, Miss Tiffany.
How was gymnastics?
-It was good. -Tiffany: Yeah?
I did a pike on the trampoline, Mama.
-You did? -But Melissa can't do a pike.
She kept falling.
Girl, stop the cap.
That's okay. I'm sure you did amazing.
Hey. Ooh.
Thank you for picking 'em up.
I, I had to get all these orders out on time.
Mm. No problem.
They just wanted a little snack, you know,
before we came to the house.
-Now you know better. -What? They--
-Okay. They begged me. -(Tiffany chuckles)
Plus, I got you a cookie.
It ain't as sweet as your cookie, of course.
Come here. Look at you.
You going to the studio today?
My session got canceled.
Really? Aww.
I'm trying to have a play date.
-Lamont. (chuckles) -Mm-hmm?
You being real bold right now,
acting like they're not in the other room.
What if they see?
I mean, they gon' see it sooner or later.
-Yeah? -Yeah.
I got you something.
Look in the cabinet.
(Lamont chuckles)
(laughs)
Ha! (laughing)
Oh, shit.
Yeah.
(Tiffany laughs)
So you must really like a nigga, huh?
Hmm.
Alright.
Thank you.
("Libra Scale" by Love Moor playing)
♪ You do the things you want ♪
♪ You move the way you and I... ♪
I've been cooking this nigga favorite food
trying to bait him in when he be dropping off Melissa.
-Nada. -Hmm.
I think he's still mad about that LA shit.
-Niggas. -Aleesia: Wait. (chuckles)
Why do we care? Did I miss something?
(beatbox music playing on phone)
Girl, what the fuck is that? You beatboxing now?
Not good. At least not since I got my tonsils out.
But I asked the internet for beats for us,
so now I'm just going through them.
Wait, wait, wait. Hold up.
You said that he don't come inside,
so then where do he stand?
Okay, so if this the door...
Nelly: Okay.
...this him.
Nelly: Right there. Now be precise and be accurate.
(imitating Lamont) Bring my baby.
Oh, no.
(funky beat playing)
What? Speak.
(chuckles)
You-- You know what?
Hey, Radio Raheem.
Can you please cut that lunch table-ass beat off?
It sucks, right? It's bad.
-Well? -(turns off beat)
He fucking with somebody new.
Damn. Ooh.
(Mia scoffs)
We both doing that shit. Okay?
I'm just trying to get back to the music anyway, so...
Mm. This serious. He's setting boundaries.
That sound like a girlfriend to me.
Oh.
(hip-hop music playing on phone)
No, no. Yeah. I'ma have to hit Francois again.
All these beats are trash. (sighs)
-(distant alarm wails) -(dog barks)
Just like Lamont's new bitch.
-Nelly: Yeah. -Yep.
Look, if you got questions,
just ask Melissa.
-She'll tell you if he got a girl. -Aleesia: Mm. Mm-hmm.
Hell, use them kids. Shit, I do.
All of my kids got shit in they name.
Credit will be fine when they get 18.
(Aleesia and Shawna chuckle)
("Can't Stop Won't Stop" by King Combs playing)
♪ Can't stop, won't stop, nigga, yeah ♪
♪ I was locked twenty-three and one ♪
♪ Now I ball like twenty-three and one ♪
♪ Sniper Gang, I'm always playin' manhunt ♪
♪ I'm the one who killed Lil' Foolie and what? ♪
(hydraulics whirring)
♪ Suck my dick, bitch, I'm too rich to drive a Range Rover ♪
♪ Li'l Haiti baby, I remember stealin' mangoes ♪
♪ How my side bitch fuck better than my main hoe? ♪
♪ How my side bitch fuck better than my main bitch? ♪
-What's up? -Hey.
-I'm so happy you came. -Chastity: Hey.
-Thanks for inviting me. -Of course.
I mean, I couldn't come to town and not see you.
(chuckles) This is wild out here.
This whole space theme, I love it.
You know that nigga Pluto was outside trying to get in.
(Alex chuckles)
-Red Bull's the sponsor? -Mm-hmm. (laughs)
Well, our marketing team was in charge
of putting together the activation,
and my division was in charge
of putting together the film soundtrack.
Oh, shit. So y'all like 360 with it?
Mm-hmm. I'm really proud of it.
Well, you know, Shawna cold with the songwriting.
She's sick with the pen.
She can write anything for whoever.
And Mia, she raw with the delivery.
Good with the catchy hooks, too.
I listened to the tracks you sent me,
and... they're so good.
-Word? -I work out to them both.
Well, right now, we working on an EP,
and, you know, I know Red Bull,
they get behind independent artists--
Hey, I want to introduce you to my boss.
His name is Kirk. He's the SVP of A&R.
-Oh. Oh, shit. Yeah. -Yeah?
-Let's do it. -Okay, come on.
(hip-hop music playing over speakers)
-Alex: Hey, Kirk. -Hey.
This is Chastity.
She's a talent manager here in Miami,
and her group just got off their first tour,
which she funded personally.
Ah. Look at that.
I love Miami. I'm out here all the time.
Oh, word? You got to hit me next time you come back,
I can show you a good time.
I know this one spot. They got hookah, brunch, and bowling.
(Alex chuckles)
Okay.
So how was the tour, Chastity?
It's hard work, huh?
Listen, tell me about it.
You want to write a movie about that?
'Cause I can write that whole script
with my eyes closed.
(Alex and Kirk laugh)
Kirk: Yeah, one of our artists is kicking off
their third tour out here next month,
so I'm dreading it already, between you and me.
It never gets easier, you know?
For real.
As long as they not the opening act
to the opening act, I can handle that.
It's some cities I don't never want to see again.
(laughter)
Girl, why you being so heavy-handed with that cheese?
You gon' be lighting it up in here.
Hm.
So, let's talk. How's school been?
Fine.
M'kay.
You been having fun with your daddy?
Yup.
So what kind of stuff y'all be doing?
Sometimes we go out to eat, you know?
We go to the park.
We even went to the seaquarium
but left early
because little Miss Lulu got scared of the manatees.
Lulu. So y'all had another play date?
That's what I said. We friends and all.
But I need some me time. My name is Me-lissa. Okay?
-(Mia chuckles) -She get on my nerves too much.
That's why I told her she not invited to my birthday party.
I mean, it's your birthday,
so whatever you want, of course.
-Okurr. Periodt. -Ooh.
(slight chuckle)
So, um...
you be seeing Miss Tiffany often?
Like, y'all be going over to her house?
Yeah.
Mm.
Am I in trouble?
No, girl. We just talking. Bonding, you know?
(Mia chuckles)
So, um, what's your daddy be doing when he be over there?
I don't know.
But he need to stop tickling her.
Ooh, I be hearing her giggle, giggle, giggle, giggle.
(Mia sighs)
Mm.
Ticklish.
("Wig Splitter" by Monaleo playing)
Giggling, huh?
Hmm.
♪ Pussy, I'm a thug-ass gangsta bitch, come get your wig split ♪
Tiffany (on video): Welcome to the grand opening of Mixxy!
♪ Thug-ass gangsta bitch, come get your wig split ♪
♪ And yo nigga know these hoes know fosho ♪
♪ That I'm that bitch ♪
♪ I'm a thug-ass gangsta bitch... ♪
(Mia scoffs)
("Sailor Moon" by Laya playing)
♪ Fighting off them oppressors ♪
♪ Fighting off... ♪
I wanted to talk to you as a friend.
Okay, friend. Where you been at?
I've been blowing your phone up.
I know.
I know. It's just...
Shawna... (sighs)
(whispers) the Lord AK shit really fucked me up. Okay?
-I had to retreat. -Yeah.
It really fucked me up, too.
I thought I was the only one.
I retreated into myself too,
like, really spent some time--
Oh, no, I went to Maui.
Yeah, I stopped smoking. I can't even look at lighters.
-Francois. -Mm?
Are you deadass right now?
Not being high all the time,
it really gives you clarity.
Pissing niggas off is my joy.
But at what cost?
I didn't get into music to do this shit.
I want to do some shit that I believe in.
That's why I dropped Reina.
What? Are you being serious?
I'm deadass.
Nigga, what happened?
I'm selling her back to the label.
She got all these new niggas in her ear
telling her this, that, and the other.
I'm just tired of course correcting
every single fucking time that I talk to her.
It's like when they say, you know, when the shit
is bigger than the cat, you got to put that shit down.
You got to kill the cat.
-The cat is a bitch. -Damn.
And the cat has crooked parts in its cornrows.
Okay. Look, Shawna. I know you.
I understand Mia. I don't got to mold y'all.
I don't got to shape y'all. Y'all already did all that work.
So together, we can take this shit to the next level.
Okay, how?
I want to produce your EP.
Officially.
Okay. Okay.
But we don't want to sit in the passenger seat.
-Alright. -And we don't want to sit still
and wait for shit, like, we want to have a say.
Alright.
And if you really want to do this,
you got to get us a deal.
That will take time,
and there will be steps that we have to make.
But I could do that shit.
Can I trust you?
Like, seriously trust you?
Yes.
Can I trust you?
No more back and forth. No more breaks.
Nobody stands in our way.
It's time to drop the dead weight.
We do whatever it takes to win.
(hip-hop music playing)
(pool balls clacking)
Chastity: I don't know, man, I just thought
you would take me somewhere
a little more fancier than this.
(chuckles) What? This your city.
-You could have said something. -Chastity: Man!
I don't know, it was nice having somebody
take charge. So I thought.
Oh, let me find out
you like a woman to take the lead.
Yeah. Not when they lead me to the ghetto.
(Alex laughs)
Shit, how you even know about this place?
I ain't been here since I was, like, 21.
Okay, okay. I'll do better next time.
(slight chuckle)
Nah, I'm just playin', man.
I don't really be expecting shit, for real.
-No? -Mm-mm.
So, are you in a relationship?
-Oh, damn! -(Alex laughs)
Nah, man. Hell, nah.
I ain't in no damn relationship, definitely.
I mean, I ain't been in no relationship
since I was in, like, the seventh grade.
(chuckles)
That's out.
Not like that, bro. Listen, listen.
I don't really do relationships.
I be focused on my money.
Mm.
Right on time!
-Here you go. -Thank you.
Yeah.
Thank you.
So, I was listening to some of the artists
that you've been tracking.
-They got they, like, own sound. -Mm-hmm.
-It's different. -Mm-hmm.
Alex: That's why I like Mia and Shawna.
They don't sound like anyone else.
They don't even sound like each other.
(Chastity chuckles)
So you think they'll be interested?
-Duke. -'Cause you know, we finna start
looking into deals.
Melody: Psst!
Like, we just want to go somewhere...
Hello.
...where they care,
you know what I'm saying?
Or somewhere where they can do they own thing.
-Alex: Mm-hmm. -You know?
-Well, that's really important to us. -Mm-hmm.
We don't want to change the artists.
We just want to support them.
What do you have in mind for them?
-So what happened, Duke? -Oh, shit.
I thought we was gon' get this money together.
If you didn't want me, you could have just said that.
-Melanie. -Melody.
As in "Dick."
-I told you I had the best mouth of the South... -(Chastity coughs)
Melody: ...and I never heard from you again.
Is you scared of a little baby?
Best Mouth of the South.
Um, that's what her fans call her.
Uh, I actually got to re-listen to your music.
What happened to "Oh, when Lil' Durk come to town,
I'ma put you on"?
You know what? I got your Instagram.
-Melody: Okay? -So I'ma hit you,
and we gon' work all this out.
Right now, I'm just in the middle of something.
But listen, (enunciating) Melody, I got you.
-Okay. -I got you.
Well, don't play.
'Cause I can find you again.
-Thank you. Thank you so much. -Melody: You're welcome.
Melody: Next.
They-- She got fans.
They probably finna go take selfies.
-Am I gonna need my mace... -Chastity: Mm-mm.
-...when I hang out with you? -I'm-- No, I'm sorry.
It's crazy though, 'cause I'm actually happy I ran into her.
'Cause, you know, they don't really be supporting
the pregnant artists nowadays, you know?
Mouth of the South is kind of fire, though.
(hip-hop music playing)
(pop music playing on phone)
(Maurice grunting)
Maurice (on video): Why do niggas love to play the fuckin' victim?
There be so much fucking dirt on your hands,
but it's everybody else fault.
(panting)
It's so easy for you to talk shit
when you safe.
But if you back me into a motherfucking corner,
I'm leaving everybody bloody.
-I promise you that. -(turns off video)
(hip-hop music playing)
-♪ That's my favorite shawty, that's my favorite freak ♪ -♪ Favorite freak ♪
♪ We might pop out at your function, that's just once... ♪
That's shit hard, C. (chuckles)
That shit hard.
-Nigga, that shit gold! -Lamont: Yeah.
Let a nigga get a verse or something.
Bruh, every song?
-Peanut: I got ideas. -It don't need you.
Courtney Luke (laughing): I say it every time.
Peanut: Man, well, you act like you don't hear me, nigga.
-I know I be enunciating. -Courtney Luke: Oh, my God.
Bro, the melodies that you did on the background vocals...
heavy. Yeah.
I was confused when you did, like, 10 of 'em,
but that shit work.
-(laughs) That shit work. -Yeah.
They just come to me, bro.
I listen to a lot of Luther, Curtis, Stevie, all that shit.
-Like classic shit. -Yeah.
Yeah, my grandma fucked with them niggas.
I'ma just mix this together,
and then I'ma shoot it over to you.
-Alright, bet. -Yeah. Yeah.
Oh, I also seen that AK shit been, like,
number one for, like, a month now.
I know niggas excited to see what your album got.
Yeah, my label wants me to put that shit out
like, tomorrow.
You should. (exhales)
That shit you played for me,
hard as fuck. For real, for real.
Yo, I'm just happy that you let me get out on it with you.
-Yeah. Yeah. -Lamont: You know.
Man, the attention's been crazy, for real.
They want me to talk about what happened.
Yeah, niggas been hitting me too.
-I-I'm cool. -Courtney Luke: Yeah.
We not doing that.
Hey, run it back.
(music stops, resumes)
♪ That's my favorite shawty, that's my favorite freak ♪
-♪ Favorite freak ♪ -♪ We might pop out at... ♪
Kinda want some female energy. On the hook.
I like females. What you thinking?
(hip-hop music continues)
Girl, Lamont just asked me to come to the studio
with him and Courtney.
Wait. Courtney-Courtney? Bitch, is that a set-up?
Set-up? Courtney don't talk to me.
Lamont don't talk to me. Fuck they want with me?
-Choo-choo! -Bitch!
Okay, I'm sorry. I'm joking. But they can't be mad at you.
(Mia scoffs)
Lamont definitely can't be mad.
I just found out that he fucking Melissa friend mama.
Bitch, did you actually ask Melissa?
Mia (on phone): Yeah. How else was I supposed to get the answers?
Over there fucking a bitch we both know.
I wish he would ask me about Courtney.
He needs to be happy that I connected them, okay?
Plus, I'm done lettin' these niggas keep me from the bag.
How long it's gon' take you to get here?
Well, actually, I can't make it. I've got something I got to do.
Why? What's going on?
It's just I got to dead some shit once and for all.
Bitch, what the fuck is you talking about?
Bitch, he asked for you.
Bitch, we in a group.
Shawna (on phone): Look, I'll try to make it
when I'm done, but just go ahead.
Put on for us. You got it.
(Mia sighs)
Hmm.
Play stupid games, nigga, win stupid prizes. Yeah.
("Out My Way" by Lucki playing)
♪ I'm goin' out my mind ♪
Kirk loves you. He just texted me.
Asked me for a link to your artists' music.
-For real? -Yeah.
That's a good sign.
-Is it okay if I share it? -Hell, yeah!
Tell me what else I need to do.
Well, you can get them making more music for starters.
(exhales) Facts.
And then maybe you and I can talk
about what a offer looks like.
Yo, that's amazing.
I can't wait to tell the girls.
Yeah, I'm excited.
Man, it's been fun.
Thank you so much for everything.
I'ma chop it up with them, and I'll hit you on Monday?
Yeah.
-Alright. -Or, um...
you can come inside and talk more over drinks.
I can make 'em fancy.
Yeah, that's the least you could do since you had me
in the trenches fearing for my life and shit.
Chastity: It's hotter than a bitch in here.
-That fireplace works. -Alex: Mm.
Okay.
(Alex chuckles)
Where I'm from, I-- they don't do this type of shit.
No, no, no. You have to lick it first.
("Nasty Girl" by Sevyn Streeter playing)
♪ Surprise ♪
-♪ I sent you an invitation ♪ -♪ No ♪
-♪ Hopin' that you'd change your mind ♪ -♪ Outside ♪
♪ I pulled up the reservations ♪
-♪ Chauffeur and the car outside ♪ -♪ Outside ♪
♪ I know that one day you'll save my life ♪
♪ In time ♪
♪ I was hopin' that we could start tonight ♪
♪ Ain't got no inhibitions no fight ♪
-♪ Yeah ♪ -♪ Listen to my intuition tonight ♪
-♪ Listen ♪ -♪ Broke up with your bitch and now she cryin' ♪
-♪ My bad ♪ -♪ And this pussy purrin' like a lion ♪
-♪ Say you missed the way I lollipop with the dick ♪ -(Alex moans)
-♪ Yeah, this mine, I already licked it ♪ -♪ Yeah ♪
-♪ Southside, country thighs, thick from the back ♪ -♪ Yeah ♪
-♪ Ooh, you ain't know, bitch, I come with the bag ♪ -♪ Yeah ♪
-♪ I'm Poison Ivy, make you my bitch ♪ -♪ Yeah ♪
-♪ Can't look away, you fuckin' like it ♪ -(Alex moaning)
-♪ I just might let you see me naked ♪ -♪ Yeah ♪
-♪ Treat me nicely buy me bracelets ♪ -♪ Yeah, yeah ♪
-(Alex moaning) -♪ I will be your nasty girl ♪
♪ Nasty girl, your nasty girl ♪
♪ I will be your nasty girl... ♪
(hip-hop music playing over speakers)
(mouths) 'Sup?
Damn. Who is you?
Mia. Remember?
Uh, no.
(Mia sighs)
-Hey, superstar. -Mia: Hey.
-Good to see you. -Yeah.
(chuckles) Hey.
Courtney Luke: 'Sup? How you doing?
Mia: I'm good.
Hey, Lamont. (smacks lips)
So you finally made it to the real Miami.
-Courtney Luke: I did. I did. -Mia: Mm-hmm.
I was a little worried about the food, though.
I told you that South Beach was trash.
I can show you some spots, though.
-Courtney Luke: Is that right? -You want to show her the song?
-Yeah. -Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
He went crazy.
So, uh, we made some heat.
-Mia: Mm-hmm. -We did.
But I kinda wanna hear you talk your shit on the hook.
Um, I could do that.
-I know you can. -Mia: Mm-hmm.
Peanut, play the, play the song.
Play the, uh... From there.
(hip-hop music playing)
-♪ That's my favorite shawty, that's my favorite freak ♪ -♪ Favorite freak ♪
♪ We might pop out at your function ♪
-♪ Not just once a week ♪ -♪ Once a week ♪
♪ I'm just vibin' with your bitch ♪
-♪ I'm just tryna peek ♪ -♪ Tryna peek ♪
-Courtney Luke: Ay! -Peanut: Woo!
-Oh, my God! -Yes.
-Yeah. -(Mia chuckles)
-Yeah. -Peanut: That was tight.
You killed that shit, Mi.
Play it back. Ugh. Please?
Lamont: I got you. I got you.
-(Mia chuckles) -Told you.
-(starts playing Mia's vocals) -Ain't no faking it.
♪ Yeah, the one that's in the black high top ♪
♪ Flow-real-ally ♪
♪ I'm talkin' 'bout the one that don't... ♪
That was tight.
-♪ Keep it real discreet ♪♪ -♪ Yeah, real discreet ♪
♪ That's my favorite freak ♪
♪ She said I'm her favorite freak... ♪
Goddamn. You babysitting? (mumbles)
I was gonna pass it to you, damn.
No, you wasn't. No, you wasn't.
Hey. You was on tour, huh?
Yeah. Me and Shawna.
So y'all was in LA when all that shit went down?
-Yeah. -Peanut: Mm.
I'm sorry about your homeboy.
-How he doing? -Mm.
They still got him in a coma.
Wait, Hold up. So y'all was with the white girl with the ass?
(chuckles) Unfortunately.
What, y'all don't fuck with her?
Fuck no. Not that bitch.
You know, she fuck with Gat.
Reina Reign fucking with Gat?
(mimics rapid gun fire)
Yeah, they on some weird shit.
-He trying to manage her now. -(Mia scoffs)
So... what happened to Francois?
♪ Yeah, the one that's in the black high top... ♪
(Mia sighs)
Hmm.
(slight chuckle)
(dog barking)
(Maurice sighs)
What's your fuckin' problem?
-Me? -Shawna: Yeah.
I ain't out here throwing "bitch niggas" to everybody online.
Talking reckless, my nigga. For no reason.
Shawna: For no reason?
I trusted you.
I poured my heart out to you.
The whole time you was playing me.
-I wasn't playing you. How-- -Yes, you were!
And now you're over here threatening me?
I'll go to the police.
Right now, I'll go to the police.
-I'll tell them everything. -Hey.
-I'll tell 'em about Stanley. -Hey.
-Test me! -I didn't--
Fuck!
I told you, I'm not 'bout to use
that fucking audio, bruh.
Oh, you're not gon' use the audio?
-No. -Then why do you have it?
-Because, bruh, I got-- -What are you--
-Be straight with me? -I got a shitty public defender
right now telling me to take this fucking plea deal.
What's the deal?
I turn myself in,
I plead guilty right now. I get 15 months.
And she telling me she think I should take it.
You don't have other options?
Yeah, I could get a reduced sentence
if I pull somebody in with me.
(Shawna sighs)
That's why you were recording me.
So what are you gonna do?
I don't know.
You know, sometimes in life
it's just better to face shit head-on.
Uh, I mean, like... it could only get worse.
You telling me you think I should take this deal?
I don't know.
Is Stanley telling you you should take the deal?
Maybe he's right.
Maurice, you have so many people relying on you.
And you know, it's not--
it's not like we're innocent.
I don't know, maybe this way you can stay in control.
I've been dealing with all this shit by myself, bruh. I--
I'm not gon' lie to you, dawg.
I'm scared. Like, how...
I know.
Well, how much time do you have?
Less than a week.
(deep breath)
I'm over this shit, dawg.
Like--
-I got you. -You don't got me.
I'm just gonna get this music shit figured out,
and if once I do that, I'ma make sure
you are straight forever.
I promise.
When have we not helped each other?
Why would that change now?
It's gonna be okay. It's gonna be okay.
Bro.
Come here. I got you. It's okay.
-It's okay. -(Maurice sobbing)
Maurice (crying): You're right.
(Shawna exhales sharply)
Y'all need some more snacks in this bitch.
I'ma send a list.
Lamont: Alright.
I had fun.
-Thank you for inviting me. -Courtney Luke: Yeah.
Look, we got a lot to catch up on, Miyaki.
-You know I'ma hit you later. -(Mia chuckles)
Alright, bro.
(Mia sighs)
Bro, you really gon' play in my fucking face like that?
That shit foul as fuck.
(chuckles) Fuck is you talking about?
Lamont: Bro, clearly, y'all fucking!
And you just wanna do that shit in my face?
I know you ain't talking.
You think I don't know what you're doing?
The fuck am I doing?
You fucking Lulu mama!
(smacks lips) Oh, this bitch.
Yeah, nigga.
You think I wouldn't find out, huh?
Melissa only got one friend, and you fucking her mama!
-I'm not-- -And I got to be around this bitch on the regular.
Yo, I'm not doing that shit in your face, though, Mia.
See, the LA shit makes sense now.
Mia: Oh, my God!
Courtney ain't even had nothing to do with this.
Yo, bro, shut the-- shut the fuck up. Shut the fuck up.
'Cause you stay full of bullshit.
And then he, he call my baby mom
just to fuck with her in my face?
Mia, how the fuck are you moving out here
that got niggas thinking that shit cool?
Man, shut your bitch ass up.
Damn, you-- you the one begged me
to hook you up with the nigga!
Bitch, fuck you! What are you talking about?
I don't need to beg you for shit!
I do this shit for real. My shit speak!
You play in this, I don't!
You wildin'.
Yeah, trippin'. Whatever.
You pop pussy for progress.
You get that shit from your mama.
I know that shit run in your bloodline.
-You foul as fuck for that. -Fuck you. "Foul as fuck."
Look, don't ask me for no more fucking music, alright?
Fuck working with you, all that shit.
Figure it out by yourself.
Get the fuck out my studio, (mockingly) Miyaki.
Bitch, I ain't never got to work with you a fucking day
in my motherfucking life, bitch!
You ain't make me!
(door slams)
♪ Hey, I got this shit out the mud ♪
♪ Bitch, it is what it is and it was what it was ♪
♪ We were bracking don't call me yo cuz ♪
♪ I can go in my shoe box and pull out a dub ♪
-♪ Or blood ♪ -♪ I got a bih from Brazil ♪
♪ With a butt lift and she hold my racks and my guns ♪
♪ Just be countin' my racks ♪
♪ And be poppin' my shit like right now ♪
-♪ I'm just havin' my fun ♪ -♪ Fun ♪
♪ And my last nigga tweaked out ♪
♪ Really played on my top like I ain't one of one ♪
♪ Feel safer when I'm with a killer ♪
♪ Ain't fuckin' no nigga ain't totin' no gun ♪
♪ I ain't stuntin' no bitch ♪
♪ I'm just chasin' my coin like I play temple run ♪
♪ Really ain't scared of shit ♪
♪ 'Cause I done did everything under the sun ♪
♪ Automatic my weapon got Big Mac 11 ♪
♪ Gon' send you to heaven This shit can get deadly ♪
♪ Hop put I'm stepping throw big b's I'm repping ♪
♪ Big Glock I'm protected gon' send 'em a message ♪
♪ Got a switch on my Glock I'ma shoot in the crowd ♪
♪ First nigga play then I'm shooting 'em down ♪
♪ Ain't no open gym but I'm shooting around ♪
♪ Silencer when I snipe 'em ain't making a sound ♪
♪ Bitch, I got this shit out the mud ♪
♪ Bitch, it is what it is and it was what it was ♪
-♪ What it was ♪ -♪ We were bracking don't call me your cuz ♪
♪ I can go in my shoe box and pull out a dub ♪
-♪ Or blood ♪ -♪ I got a bih from Brazil ♪
♪ With a butt lift and she hold my racks and my guns ♪
♪ Just be countin' my racks ♪
♪ I be poppin' my shit like right now ♪
-♪ I'm just havin' my fun ♪ -♪ Is you poppin' your shit ♪
-♪ You ain't like that lil bitch ♪ -♪ Nah ♪
♪ I know you like all that internet shit ♪
♪ Uh, uh, uh, uh, bitches be hard on they bestie ♪
-♪ But soft on the dick ♪ -♪ What? ♪
♪ What ♪
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