Come back, Frapper Smith.

Talk to you right next to me then.

Talk to you later, Mitch.

Chop the brick like Mr. Miyake.

And whatever you want, but I got it.

Nigga line, he say I ain't pipe.

Niggas talk too crazy, I'ma pump.

Sippin' on water, ain't no pill pop.

Send me the drop, I bet we gon' drop some.

Window's sharp, but these niggas ain't coppin'.

Ain't no key, I just had to put a button.

Get sprained and bitter, you niggas come put my butt.

Red dot.

Yeah, I said I know head shot.

Ain't no money, what we talking about?

Swing the stick, y'all done walking in that.

Fuck that, I ain't talking to that.

All that shit you were talking about.

Just wish I could pray with wine.

Seek grandma one more time.

I want smoke, it blood in my eye.

That shit got deep, huh?

Niggas sweating like key.

Niggas bring back the beat.

Niggas ain't fun with me.

Chalk break like miss me, aye.

Nigga be lying if he say I ain't piling though.

Yeah, I get the bus on the town, the pint coming in by the load.

I'm talking about y'all that steal the real one, huh?

We gonna drill, we kill some.

The money for real come, you know this road gonna kill some.

Since they got shit coming in right now, but I'm talking about the real one.

And I still...

Chop the brick like Mr. Miyake.

And whatever you want, but I got nigga line.

He say I ain't pipe.

Chubb.

Mr. Chubb.