(gentle chiming music)
- [Narrator] Previously on "The Dirty D."
- Brick was shot.
(contemplative music)
And he's in critical condition at Detroit Memorial Hospital.
- Is it my sister?
- No, ma'am, we're still gonna need
to have you make a positive identification,
but from the information that you gave us,
we have reason to believe that it is indeed your sister
that we pulled from the river the other day.
- This is my bracelet.
- With your fingerprints all over it.
- Fuck.
- Why would Terrance keep paying child support
for kids that he knew wasn't his?
- Of course he didn't know, duh.
- All I know is, when I got here to start my shift,
he was gone.
If you wanna know anything else,
you'll have to contact his doctor.
- Something is not right.
This is not adding up.
- Well, it never does when it comes to Brick Davis.
- You got a problem with thick girls or something?
- Nah, they just always hard to come by.
- Nah, money ain't the problem.
Bitches tryin' to interfere, what it is.
- [Speaker] What the fuck is you doing in my girl's house?
(suspenseful music)
(upbeat music)
* Radio ready *
* She said she wanna go Motown *
* Wanna see how it is *
* That's 'cause she know that it ain't no town *
* in the world *
* That could sound like this *
* She wanna kick it into drive *
* She wanna move forward, on with her life *
* Fast cars, fast life, that's my town *
* Living in the fast lane, can't slow down *
* Come and visit Motown, city of the blues *
* Feel like Berry Gordy when I step inside this booth *
* I need a Diana who gon' come and sing the tunes *
* Or I could hit up Sada if I need to bust a move *
* Yeah, baby, I'm from Motown *
* Wanna see how it is *
* That's 'cause she know that it ain't no town *
* in the world *
* That could sound like this *
* She wanna kick it into drive *
* She wanna move forward, on with her life *
* Fast cars, fast life, that's my town *
* Living in the fast lane, can't slow down *
* Come and visit Motown *
* Won't slow down *
- [Speaker] I'm gonna ask you one more time.
What the fuck is you doing in my girl's house?
And why is there police tape everywhere?
- I'm a cop.
Look, my badge is in my left pocket.
- [Speaker] Pat your left pocket.
- What?
- [Speaker] Pat your left pocket, nigga.
- The fuck I'm gonna do that for?
- To make sure it's a badge in your pocket and not a gun.
Now go ahead and slowly remove the badge
and toss it on the floor.
Nigga, I said slowly.
- Alright, okay.
Shit.
(suspenseful music)
Look, if you take the fucking gun off my head,
I can explain.
- What happened in here and where's Kyra?
- Same shit I'm trying to figure out.
Apparently she missing
and they assuming that she ran off with her ex-boyfriend.
- And you investigating her case?
- Unofficially.
You know she my girl, my ex-girlfriend.
- Hold on, wasn't her ex-boyfriend-
- A cop.
And ironically he was my partner.
- What?
Uh-uh, what's the chances of that shit happening?
This story sound bogus as fuck.
- Bogus as it sound, it's the truth.
- Man, listen, I'm not buying this whole running-off story.
At the end of the day, my girl was happy and loved,
moved into a new apartment,
and just found out she was pregnant.
- You mean with her married boss?
- Nevertheless, it wasn't with you.
As a matter of fact,
Kyra never mentioned anything about having a new man
the last few times I talked to her.
- I mean, technically I ain't her man.
We was just dating.
- What is this?
- It's a locket
with her and her best friend India picture on it.
They got matching ones.
Found this one on the floor.
- And she for damn sure ain't mention nothing
about having a best friend neither.
- Maybe y'all weren't close as you thought y'all was.
- Shit, maybe not.
- Let's get up outta here.
I'm about to do some more digging.
(creepy twing)
- So you miss me?
- You know I miss you.
- So that means you coming over tonight?
Yeah?
- Girl, I've been at your house every day this week.
- Okay, so today is Friday.
So I guess technically
that does make it every night this week.
- Look, I got a a lot of stuff to take care of,
but how about I'll take you to the restaurant this weekend
and make it up to you.
- Sounds good.
But I get to pick the restaurant this time.
I did not like the food at the last spot we went to.
- It's whatever, it's your choice, okay?
(knock at door)
Oh, delivery guy's here drop off some packages for me so-
- Okay, just call me later babe.
- All right.
(facetime chime)
(door opens)
(suspenseful music)
Damn.
- Well you wanna invite me in or I gotta stand out here?
- I'm sorry, come on in.
- Thank you.
This is nice.
- Thank you.
- So are we staying in or are we going out?
- I thought maybe we stay in, see if you know how to cook.
- Me cook?
(man verbally agrees)
Okay, I don't mind cooking.
What we cooking?
Chicken, steak?
- No, no.
Dope.
- I tried to tell him I was gonna catch him.
Man, he thought he was fast, didn't he?
- He did.
- Man, boy, he put a gun with that he weak.
Little fellas, you know what I'm saying?
They always trying something.
- Well, hello to you, too.
- May I help you?
- Okay, damn, what's your beef with me?
- Beef or matching energies?
- Is that the energy I've been giving you?
I apologize, but I'm just trying to do my job.
- Me too.
- Look, I'm sorry we got off on the wrong foot,
but when I got assigned to this case,
I didn't know who was on the up and up around here.
- And you thought being rude to everyone
you came in contact with was a smart thing to do
until you figured it out?
- No, I thought it would be essential
for everyone I came into contact with
until I figured out what was what.
But, I could tell you're one of the good ones.
- Thanks.
- Okay, when I first got assigned to this case,
I didn't know it meant me transferring to a different city
where I didn't have any friends or family.
- I know the feeling, when I first went away for college,
I felt so isolated being away from my friends and family.
- See and it's like I don't have anybody here
so all I'm doing is just working and just going home.
- Shit, I do the same thing,
and I basically live here, this job
crazy work hours don't allow me to do anything else.
- Right, but it's like what,
and we're like a work husband or something.
- It's almost inevitable, working with the same people
every day, all day.
- Mm, let me find our little miss goody goody
got a work hubby floating around.
- No ma'am.
- Mmhmm.
Okay, so now that we've broken the ice a little bit,
how about we go out for drinks this weekend?
You know, make it a girls' night?
- I don't know.
I haven't forgot until this case is over,
we on opposing teams.
- All right, now there is no such thing
as opposing teams when we're both trying
to accomplish the main goal, getting these
criminals off the streets.
- That is true.
We might have more in common than I thought.
- We just might.
So, what you think, girls night, drinks?
- Mm sure, why not.
- All right, cool.
- Oh shit, I was supposed
to be back from break 10 minutes ago.
- Okay, well here take my card, shoot me a text
and I'll text you the location.
- Okay, cool, I'll see you this weekend.
- All right.
(pensive music)
You certainly will.
- That makes us even.
- Are we, Officer Mill?
- Man, what the fuck does that supposed to mean?
- It means I know the real you.
- Do you?
- It's funny how you fool everybody when you
go undercover as Jason.
I mean Jason is who kept me
above the police all these years, right?
- Yeah, Jason kept me a step ahead of the police
all these years, man what the fuck does that have to do
with what's going on right now, bro?
- Look at everything.
Imagine to my knowledge when the cops
pick me up and tell me a car
in my name was seen leaving a homicide?
Nigga a car you was supposed to make disappear months ago.
- And that was the original plan.
- Well what the fuck happened?
Because when shit ain't go to plan, I get fucked up.
Nigga I admitted to killing Tiffany to get the heat
off your ass.
- Nigga don't act like you did me a favor
because if I went down, your ass was going down too.
- You and a lot of other motherfuckers.
You think you only dirty cop I got shit on?
You would be surprised how upped this shit go.
- I highly doubt that, bro.
You know corruption starts at the top then it works
its way down, right?
(man laughs)
- Yeah I've been thinking, night Tiffany came up missing,
you was still in the hospital recovering, right?
- Okay and?
- So there's no way you could have been
seen driving my car.
So who the fuck is you covering for?
- Like I said, man, that makes us even
and I'm gonna give your ass some advice though.
Stay out of trouble
because ain't nobody here to get you out of it no more.
- I cannot believe
that you finally agreed to go out with me.
- Me either, but honestly
with all the crazy stuff going on at the job,
I definitely needed this free time to have some fun.
(indistinct hip hop music)
(pool balls clack)
- What you don't get out much or something.?
- Unfortunately not.
Between being a single mom
and the crazy work hours, I don't have time to do anything.
- Well hopefully I could be the
one to change all that for you.
- We'll see.
- Hey, this Saturday I got a little get together
with my family, you should come by.
- This Saturday?
- Yeah.
- I can't, Seven already asked me out for drinks
and I agreed to go.
- Seven?
As in agent Seven Winters?
- I know, I know.
Weird, right?
But after having a conversation
with her in the break room the other day,
she's really not that bad.
- Yeah, she may not be.
That don't mean she could be trusted though.
- Relax, we're only going off for drinks.
It's not like we're about to be roommates.
What's the worst that could happen?
(cityscape echoes)
- Captain should be here shortly.
Captain, come on in.
- Chief.?
Mr. Prosecutor.
- Captain.
- What's all this?
Well, look, I'll get right to the point, Captain,
there has been enough grace given to you
and to your department concerning these case files.
- Don't you realize I'm just
as frustrated about all this as everyone else is?
- Okay, well look, frustration is not a
substitute for accountability.
Now look, we have what, five,
six unsolved high profile murders
and you have yet to solve one of them.
(dramatic music)
- Respectfully, it's the police department's job
to find the evidence and make the arrest.
It's the prosecution's job
to bring the charges and make them stick.
- And maybe we could, if the evidence
that your department was responsible
for, didn't constantly come up missing.
- It's the same evidence
that your department has access to.
- And what the hell are you doing-
- You know exactly what I'm trying to-
- Now that's just a e-goddamn-nough gentlemen.
Captain, I'm gonna give you exactly one week
to bring me sufficient evidence
to close out one of these files.
Or believe me, the next case you'll
open will be for unemployment.
- Clean up your own damn house.
Leave mine the fuck alone.
- Levi, if I were you,
I would make sure your nose is completely clean.
(disorienting music)
Because internal affairs is watching every one
of us like a fucking hawk.
- Well I assure you, I have nothing to worry about.
Chief.
- Be sure about that, sir.
(paper shredding)
- Treasure.
(door closes)
Treasure.
Damn, I wonder where the fuck this bitch at?
(money shuffling)
I need to get in a shower and wash this nasty
ass gym smell off of me.
(phone ringing)
- I don't know what your sneaky as is up to.
Stay the fuck away from Bailey.
(dramatic music)
Whatever we got is done, unless you stop
with these muthafuckin' games.
- Okay, he really like this bitch.
(knock at door)
- Damn, who the fuck is that knocking at my fucking door?
(door opens)
Mr. Spencer?
What are you doing here?
Wait, how did you even know where I live at?
- I'm your lawyer.
It's my job to know where you at at all times.
- No, you were my lawyer,
and your services stopped when the case stopped.
(door squeels shut)
- Well technically they dismissed your case
without prejudice,
meaning they can refile charges at any time.
So until this thing is completely closed up,
you stuck with me.
- Well look, I'm just happy to be out of there.
Those detectives had me thinking I was never getting out.
- Yeah, I had to pull a couple strings to take care of you.
- Well thank you.
(creepy music)
- I'm sure you can thank me a little bit better than that,
can't you?
- Listen Mr. Spencer-
- Just call me Clyde, baby.
- Okay, Clyde.
I'm not one of them young dumb hoes that's out here
fucking for free or for favors.
- You must know who the fuck I am.
- I do, the successful educated man standing right in my
living room looking good, smelling good,
that's just trying to fuck on me for free,
just like the next nigga.
- You know I don't trip baby.
- Oh yeah, you sure about that?
(woman moans)
Oh shit.
(car door closes)
- I love a young slot turned up man.
I need that all the time, for real.
God damn.
(seatbelt clicks)
(car engine revs)
(police sirens wail)
* Only time I'm ever cap is when the show sell out *
* Most of y'all cannot imagine being a ghost to clout *
* Not respected or connected when the modems down *
* And quick to form the clowns whenever the hoes around *
* But me, I'm Pennywise I got the money coming in *
- Shit, when you get out?
- Early this morning.
- So that's what's up, so Dwights know?
- No and I want to surprise him.
- I think he gonna be happy as hell to see you out.
So everything can get back to normal around here.
- Yeah, but I mean it's a lot of cars
outside in the parking lot for a weekday.
- We got this new chick, she work day shift.
She bad as hell too.
- It's about time Ice got some new bitches up in here.
- She was bringing a whole bunch
of motherfuckers I ain't never seen before.
- That's what's up.
I fuck with any bitch that's about her bread.
I can't wait to meet her.
- It's your lucky day.
They just called her name.
She on the stage right now.
- * I can get it on my own term *
* I designed the blueprint studied did the homework *
* Built the foundation I believe in my own worth *
* Invested in my study *
- This dirty bitch.
* On top of that I'm no longer who she bet afford it *
* 200 texts and it ain't who I had a friend to join in *
So that's who we we on now, bitch?
The minute I get locked up,
you run your shady down here to get a job?
- How the fuck am I shady when I'm just doing
what you was supposed to do weeks ago?
- Are you forgetting?
I just got outta jail
for killing a nigga for trying to save your stupid ass.
- I don't understand why you so ma, Brittany.
We been talking about me working here months ago.
- Right, when I got you in.
- What difference do we make on who got who in?
I didn't know how long you was going to be locked up for
or if I need to pay all the bills at the house this month.
- Man, the bills are good.
I stole some of that shit we took out of Drew house
and put on the bills before I even got arrested.
- How I supposed to know that Brit?
We supposed to be home girls,
but the only time you act like you
fuck with me is when you talk about us hitting the lick.
- Oh okay, I see you been feeling
a way for a minute now, huh?
It just took me getting locked up to tell me
how you really feel?
Let me ask you something, Treasure,
I mean Passion.
That is your name now, right?
Did you fuck Ice to get in this club?
- What, hell no I didn't fuck Ice.
Girl, I know you love that nigga,
I'd never do no fucked up shit like that.
I can't believe you would even think something like that.
- Hmm, I don't know.
Desperate bitches do desperate things.
- Desperate?
I know your ass ain't standing there
calling me desperate.
Wasn't you the same on your knees eating Ice bitch pussy
so he won't cut your ass off?
(Brittany laughs)
- Yeah, just like you was on yours for me.
- That's because I wanted to,
not because I'm some weak bitch that need to.
- Okay.
How about this then, you got one week
to get your shit and get out this weak bitch house.
(footsteps echo)
- All right mama, I'm in here.
Where you say you see my wallet at?
- [Mom] I'm not sure, check behind the couch.
- Behind the couch?
All right, I got it.
- [Mom] Okay.
- All right.
(dramatic music)
Fuck is this?
Terrance.
(papers shuffle)
Paternity report?
Why the fuck would she have this?
- Well this is a different date.
- I figured since you worked in a bar,
it wouldn't really be so much of a date.
Can't really get to know nobody at the movies,
and I don't know your favorite food, so,
figured this a safe bet.
- Yeah, safe and a good choice.
I definitely try to avoid bars during my off time.
And I love thai food.
- Thai food huh?
- Mmhmm.
- Kind of took you for a pizza girl.
- What are you trying to say?
I look cheap?
- Of course not.
I'm glad you gave me a chance though.
Been on your ass for a minute.
- You have?
I don't remember seeing you around.
- I was at the Rear reopening.
(people laugh)
- I'm surprised my ass is still there.
- Why you keep on opening and closing though?
- Long story short, changes in ownership.
- Every other month?
- And that's what happens when you ain't
got your paperwork in order.
- Well it's a good thing all that shit taken care of now.
Nice to know you got a job and stability.
- Honestly, since two of the girls that I used to work
with came up missing, I'm over the whole nightlife scene.
It's getting too dangerous.
- You think it got something to do with the club
opening and closing?
(modern music)
- I don't know.
It's just ironic how they both worked at the Dirty D,
then at the same strip club before coming out missing.
- No that shit be weird shit happening to D every day.
- True.
- Hey, wasn't that your picture I saw
on the Instagram post today?
- Instagram page, no, I don't think so.
- I'm pretty sure it's you.
I never forget a face.
See?
- Yeah that's me.
Remember those missing girls I was telling you about?
This is them.
I guess one of those Detroit crime pages
are doing a story on missing women?
The one with the blonde hair that's India.
- [Friend] That's the girl I met on that strip club, right?
- Yeah.
- The streets say he got money on nigga's heads
for information.
- Well if those niggas that snatched her up know like I know
they either better kill that bitch,
or turn her loose 'cause once money gets involved,
niggas will turn on they own mama.
(dramatic music)
(car door shuts)
- Yo.
I'm out.
You was supposed to be a quick ass leak.
I'm not going to jail or I'm getting killed over this shit.
You ain't even gotta pay me back the money you owe me.
Just lemme know where the drop at.
- Two people have been injured at a crash at Telegraph Road
and 15 Mile.
Drivers are being urged to avoid the area.
In other news, Crime Stoppers are issuing a $5,000 reward
on the whereabouts of India Richardson,
who was last seen outside of an erotic strip club.
Anyone with any information is asked
to contact Crime Stoppers at 222-2211.
- I'm so happy I got out that bar life.
(pensive music)
What the fuck?
What the fuck is he doing with this?
- It's cool.
(indistinct modern music)
Hey Kiss.
- How's it going?
Hey can I get a tray of green tea shots?
- Sure Boo gimme two minutes.
- Thank you.
- What's up bitch, be popping tonight?
- Like lip gloss baby.
- Period.
- Mhmm.
- What is that?
- Money.
- Is that one lame ass nigga Rionne here tonight yet?
- Yeah girl, that's him over there
with the red shirt and the ripped jeans.
- Oh.
- Here you go, boo.
- [Woman] Thank you.
- You're welcome.
- Is anybody gonna tell me what's going on?
- Y'all think it's safe to tell her?
- Yeah, she good.
Don't let my bitch Prissy fool you, she's solid.
- Cool.
You know that one little side hustle
we always talking about?
- Yeah, what about it?
- So chicks pay us good money
to slip a little something in nigga's drinks.
You know to slip 'em up later.
- Hold on, you're drugging them so bitches can rob them?
- Lower your voice bitch.
You trying to get us locked up.
- Right, it's not as bad as it sound.
- How is drugging them not bad?
- Listen, these niggas come in here flashing lots
of money, not tipping, talking crazy to us.
Man, I really don't give a fuck about these niggas.
- Man fuck them niggas.
- Girl, the money we make is three times what
we make on the clock, three.
- So you in?
- Hell no.
I'm too pretty to be somebody's
jailhouse bitch and get my face fucked up.
- So fucking dramatic.
- Maybe, but I'm also fucking smart.
- [Woman 2] No invite?
- Invite to where?
This gossip session, instead of doing your job?
That is what this is, right?
- No, we were just about to-
- About to get fired, if you don't get back to work.
I'm talking to your ass too.
- Ladies, IDs out.
Good.
Need to check your purse.
Okay.
Purse.
- See your ID.
- Sure.
- Purse lady.
(upbeat music)
- Mm, what's up?
- What's up with what?
- Our situation.
You ain't sent me to make no drops.
I used to make like two or three a week.
- Look, Jordan, I got somebody else handling shit right now,
all right?
- Hold the fuck up.
I've been the one taking all the risks,
making all the money.
And you mean to tell me, you just going up and let somebody
else do it?
- Who I choose to handle my business is my decision.
Only job you need to be worried about is this one,
'fore you lose that too.
- This actually is a nice little spot.
- I know, right?
I came by here one time before
and I was just really feeling the vibe.
- Hey ladies, what did I get for you to drink?
- I'm gonna do a sex on the beach
and a double shot of tequila on the side.
- Damn girl.
I'll just have a lemon drop.
- All right ladies coming right up.
- Okay, I'm seeing a little glow about you.
What's this about?
- I've been drinking more water.
- This is not a water glow.
It's more like a, I got a new boo glow.
- Well he's not new.
But he's definitely trying to be my boo.
- Ah, okay.
What's tea, what's his name?
- No tea.
I've actually been taking everything real slow.
The moment you start showing a nigga you like him,
is the moment he starts showing his ass.
- And a nigga will definitely play in your face.
- Won't they?
Okay.
- Here you are.
Lemon drop.
- Yes.
- Sex on the beach.
- Thank you.
- And a strong double shot.
- Yes.
- I will be back to check on you shortly.
- Thank you, this actually is good.
Can you watch my drink for me, I need to go to the bathroom.
- Oh yeah, I got you.
* Oh my god I'm just playing with 'em now *
* Yeah, oh my god what she saying, say it loud yeah *
* I can respect it, I'm in the gym but I'm not flexing *
* Came from a Ford, I'm needing the Lexus *
* Shooting like Luka, I told him I'm next just *
* Oh my god I'm just playing with 'em now *
* Yeah, oh my god what she saying, say it loud yeah *
* I can respect it, I'm in the gym but I'm not flexing *
* Came from a Ford, I'm needing the Lexus *
* Shooting like Luka, I told him I'm next just *
- That line to the bathroom was long as hell.
- It's probably 'cause you in here trying
to get cuffed up by all these niggas.
- Girl, I'm not interested in nobody in here.
- Hmm, I bet you're not.
You know what?
The waitress is taking too long to come back over.
I'm about to go to the bar and order a drink.
You want something?
- Get me another lemon drop.
By the time you come back over
here, this will damn near be gone.
- Okay now, I came here to have a good time,
not sit up here and babysit.
- What cop you know can't hold they liquor?
(women laugh)
- I need to order a drink.
- You have to find the waitress that's serving your
table sweetie.
- Yeah, but can she gimme one of your signature drinks?
- You mean the bar signature drink?
- Well, no, I said it correctly.
I need a signature drink.
You know, the one you gave old boy over there?
Yeah.
Now to the naked eye, he looks drunk.
But to trained law enforcement, that nigga look drugged.
Nah, I'm gonna give him about five minutes tops
before he fall flat on his face.
- So what you finna do, arrest me?
- Now if I do that, how you gonna help me?
- Help you with what?
- I need a signature lemon drop
and the sex on the beach delivered to that table
and have my waitress bring it.
We don't want shit to look suspicious now do we?
And tighten up, 'cause you moving so sloppy,
you gonna get your ass killed.
- Damn bitch, I have to break my neck over here.
What the fuck was that all about?
- I'll tell you about it later girl.
- Damn, shit.
- Double.
- Thank you, and I need a signature lemon drop
and a sex on the beach to table 12 over there.
- Two in one night?
- It was last minute.
And I'll have Kelly send 'em to their table.
- I will get those right out for you.
- Hey Kels, table 12 said you was
taking too long with they order.
- They ordered their first round like five minutes ago.
- I don't know about all that.
I just gave it to Teddy.
- Oh thank you girl.
- You welcome.
- Are those two for me?
- Yeah, and make sure you get that money.
- You know it.
Thank you.
Okay ladies, here's our sex on the beach
and here's your lemon drop.
- Thank you.
- Enjoy.
- Cheers.
Drink up.
* I get the money in the fight on cue *
* Get the duffle bag up inside my coupe *
* Hold a couple racks tell 'em I love you *
* You wanna be a boss do it like I do *
* Get that money Imma flex *
* I get that money Imma flex *
* You know I'm rocking with the best *
- I think those lemon drops starting to kick in.
- You ready to go?
- I think so.
- Okay, you good?
- Didn't I tell you I'm not a lightweight?
How much is the bill?
- Don't worry, I got it.
- Okay, I need some air.
Can you meet me outside?
- Mhmm.
* I ain't even wish for *
* Now I'm at the wolf yard knocking the fridge door *
* At the crib cutting heads *
* I ran through and I came to the conclusion *
* no one's touching this *
* Just finished the maiden voyage *
* Hopping off the Mayfair *
* Said I'm trying to kill 'em all *
* 'Fore they have a take pile *
* Seen the boats I'm at home *
* I'm selfish with the gold so I can give a fuck *
* Who try to get along *
* Six three, you can look me in the eyes, you ain't chrome *
* Coming up short reevaluate your goals *
* What you on, see you steal these beats *
(dramatic music)
- Girl, I don't think you in any condition to drive.
If you get a DUI you can kiss your job goodbye.
- You might be right, this is crazy.
Lemon drop's never make me feel like this.
- Okay, all right.
Well I'm gonna wait with you until you good.
- Okay.
(car door shuts)
- I just, I just need to lay back for a second.
- Okay.
Okay y'all.
This is how girls night ends.
Okay?
She passed out.
- Thank you.
You really not one of the bad ones after.
- Ray?
Ray?
(phone notification dings)
This phone.
Okay, I'll show you some ulterior motives.
(phone message ticking)
(phone message hymn)
- Damn, what's your name?
- Comantae, what's yours?
- Shit, I'm G.
- So, damn, she fine as hell.
- Okay, nigga, it ain't that type of party.
Okay, we just here to take some pictures and that's it.
- Pictures?
- Yes nigga, with her head in your lap.
That's it.
- Damn, clumsy ass nigga man.
Watch where the fuck you going.
Brittany, lemme get another shot.
Get her one too.
- That's good.
It's good.
(phone shutter clicks)
- Fuck it this?
(dramatic music builds)
(car alarm blares)
- Look at this bitch.
- I don't know who the she thinks she is.
- Hating ass bitches.
- Ain't nobody hating on you.
- [Woman 3] The fuck?
(car engine starts)
(car engine revs)
(gunshot blares)
(hip hop music)
* Yeah, ties close, I withered 'em dow *
* I stick it to him by sticking around *
* A gang Iwojima got one flag in the stick in the ground *
* Setting up shop, think I got a message across *
* Came for the titles and pressor to watch *
* We played the levels of letterman jocks *
* Pins on the jacket the man's bunting *
* The point of the row was banned and rugged *
* Hushing. I apply no pants in London the products *
* To not being scared of some judgment *
* Gotta stay in the cut, cut you off *
* If you ain't making the cut *
* Couldn't tell you who the hell is behind this *
* You starting to forget when you stay in the front *
* Of it's up, and it's up for grabs no remote *
* Who I'm taking it from *
* Numbers I give on my scoreboard is the only four *
* Of us staying in touch *
* That saying enough *
* It's time to receive all of the favors *
* I've done, too late for y'all to switch teams *
* Everybody getting big leagues *
* Product flying out the shelf *
* What's in store for us *
* They only hater only one to get the crowd *
* A shoulder shrug *
* Shots a limit I'm scared the man go with a golden gun *
* Post it up ready for whatever boy you know what's up *
* Yeah, ties close, I withered 'em dow *
* I stick it to him by sticking around *
* A gang Iwojima got one flag in the stick in the ground *
* Setting up shop, think I got a message across *
* Came for the titles and pressor to watch *
* We played the levels of letterman jocks *
* Yeah, shout out to Steve *