Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-No? All right. -No. (clears throat)
Oh, yeah, man. She's gangsta, bro.
(chimes)
* I'm-a need a paper clip *
-(laughter) -Gangsta, man.
you the king of waves around here and shit.
(door thumping)
-(laughs) -Yeah.
Uh... Huh.
The MDMA shouldn't be a problem as long as you let me know
(Alfred groans)
*
-Yeah, man. -Yeah, busy day. Yeah.
Appreciate it, bruh. You can... you can head out, man.
Man, it depends on the strain--
if he's not taking care of you, let me know. All right?
Yo, I'm a fan of your music, by the way.
* Haters gonna hate like uh till they see me in the face *
that's just, like... cool.
Oh, that was... that's where I was going.
* If you ain't on your grind *
(exhales)
Nigga, you be acting like
But it's gonna help you out, man.
-You know Paper Boi's manager? -Yeah.
-* I flex on the bitch like * -* Yoo-hoo *
I need a new phone.
PETER: All right, great.
-"35 Savage," because I'm 35. -(laughter)
Yo, what's a good brand?
(dog barking in distance)
* 28, 36, 1,000, all there, uh! *
With a pencil.
Oh, hey. Um... Got something for you.
Man, fuck y'all.
(chuckles)