[Skit]
Tory: Ay, pass the blunt, my n***a, shit
Mugz: Ay my n***as, it's only a matter of time, my n***a. That n***a Gotti gon' find you you fuckin' his bitch
Tory: N***a, who Lucille, n***a? Ms. Backseat Love? N***a, why you watchin' who I'm fuckin'?
Mugz: N***a 'cause who you fuckin' gon' get us all locked up, homie
Tory: Man, fuck outta here with that shit. You talkin' 'bout a bitch with a whack ass fuckin' boyfriend. Fuck this n***a named? Gotti? Man, I got head for lil n***as like him, man
Mugz: N***a, heat? Wanna talk about heat?
Tory: Know what I'm sayin'? Fuck outta here
Mugz: N***a, last week when we slit on 'em n***as you was in the backseat prayin' to God, homie
Tory: And n***a?
Mugz: Well he finna help you duck these shells and bullets out here
Tory: Nah, my n***a, you wrong, my n***a. N***a, we was all back there gettin' our heads dirty. You ain't the only one, Mugz
Mugz: Stop fuckin' with that bitch, n***a
Tory: Ay, y'all n***as killed that shit, man
Mugz: Whatever
Tory: You outside the club arguin' like some bitches, n***a. We finna walk in this motherfucker, cash out on these bitches and get this motherfuckin' dough