Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

that's my ride, man. I'll see you later.
Nigga, just leave me alone. Goddamn.
(phone shutter clicks)
(over phone): Hey, it's Earn.
(man humming a gospel melody)
David!
SIERRA: You should get these shoes.
* Playin' the first Carter *
(birds chirping)
("Paper Boi" begins playing)
* Hey, yeah, Paper... *
Hey!
Don't think you can out-slip me.
Oh, shit!
have your manager get them for you for free.
(man chuckles)
Okay, so you want a boyfriend?
You ain't got no car?
(laughs)
And if you're dead, I'm gonna take them shoes
-No. -I'm sorry.
I ain't into all that fake shit.
(laughs) Yeah, that ain't happening.
( Twig howling in distance )
Um, you need to post on Instagram more.
Yeah, why?
(grunts)