[Skit]
Tory: Ay, pa** the blunt, my n***a, sh**
Mugz: Ay my n***as, it's only a matter of time, my n***a. That n***a Gotti gon' find you you f**in' his b**h
Tory: n***a, who Lucille, n***a? Ms. Backseat Love? n***a, why you watchin' who I'm f**in'?
Mugz: n***a 'cause who you f**in' gon' get us all locked up, homie
Tory: Man, f** outta here with that sh**. You talkin' 'bout a b**h with a whack a** f**in' boyfriend. f** 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'? f** 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 f**in' with that b**h, n***a
Tory: Ay, y'all n***as k**ed that sh**, man
Mugz: Whatever
Tory: You outside the club arguin' like some b**hes, n***a. We finna walk in this motherf**er, cash out on these b**hes and get this motherf**in' dough