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(brassy musical buildup)

(soft music)

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(airplane blades spinning)

(upbeat hip hop music)

(gun locking)

(gun fires)

(guns locking)

(gun fires)

(gun locking)

(gun fires)

(guns locking)

♪ Head full of drip mouth full of gold teeth

♪ Certified hood niggaz they ain't ready for the pit

♪ If a nigga try to creep Imma put his head to sleep

♪ It ain't a nigga gone made it

♪ Imma let him play with me

♪ I was raised around goons

♪ And now we talking about them Gs

♪ So a nigga hustle hard that's a ball up in the street

♪ Watching out for the snitches and the side men police

♪ I'm in the hood all day, I'm posted at the trap

- Yay! Grandpa got five IDs, got five -

- Mail man!

Boom!

(papers fall down)

- What the hell is wrong with you?

- You've been walking past my house all day.

Where the hell is my doggone check, sir?

- I ain't got no check for your ugly ass.

- Man, if you don't check that little rugged ass

bag of yours to find my doggone check,

I know it's in there!

- Man I ain't looking for shit,

man you got me out here dropping my mails and shit,

take your ugly ass in the house

with them dirty ass keys.

- (exhales ) I got something for your ass,

I bet you $10,

I can get your ass fired,

I've called them down to the post office,

cause I know you got my check and you're playing with me.

- Man it ain't shit about you saying you got $10,

now get your ass back in the house

you're out here scaring these neighbors and shit.

- All right, just count your days Mr.Postman!

Cause you're about to lose your job!

- And bitch,

You about to lose your keys. - You about to lose your job.

You about to lose your job, get this ass!

(Winston mumbles)

You're gonna lose your insurance.

Poor ass boy!

I want my check!

- I've been broke so many times and,

don't know what to-

(bell rings)

What the hell wrong with you?

Man what the hell are you doing?

- I assumed you got some mail for me from Paul Henry.

- Man ain't nobody got no damn check for Paul Henry,

look at that old ass name.

- Man, check, I'm trying to buy some new tires for my chair.

- Man nobody can help you buy no damn tires

for that new chair, you ain't know your stimulus?

- Check the mail, I need my check.

- Hey, you could have waited till I got down here.

Here! - Thank you, motherfucker.

- Hell wrong with you?

- You don't know how to read, cause that ain't even mine!

- What? Let me see.

You sure?

Man, what the fuck? - Man, fuck you.

- Man, unplug that shit.

- Back off.

- Looks like you're sponsored by Iron Man.

- Fuck you. - Get the hell out of here.

(tense musical build up)

- No wonder you can't make it back on time.

That looks like time wasting practices to me.

- Man I'm just trying-

- I don't want to hear, I don't want to hear you.

This is where I got to crack my whip.

I got to crack my whip. (whip booms)

Get your shit together.

I got my eye on you.

(soft music)

(tense musical build up)

- I got my eye on you,

man, put your eyes on these.

(upbeat music)

- This dress looks (mumbles).

Hey, what's up, y'all?

- Hey. - Hey.

Ooh, them Gucci, sunglasses.

How much is the Gucci sunglasses?

- First of all, it's not Gucci.

It's Prada, if you look closely,

and if you know your designer shit,

you'll know this is Prada, okay?

Ain't we boycotting Gucci anyway?

(tense musical buildup)

- Nah, because I seen Future

wearing some Gucci stuff recently.

And if Drake and Future say it's good, it's good.

And girl, this stuff look a little too fake anyways.

- [Greg] Fake?

- Girl, you crazy.

I bought Louis shoes from him last week.

And they was all up on me in the club.

(man grunts)

- Louis Vuitton?

- No, bitch, Louis.

- Girl, they was laughing at you in that club.

- Whatever, girl.

How much for the bag?

- The bag? - [Lady] Yeah.

And the sunglasses?

- You want the bag and the sunglasses?

- [Lady] Mm hmm.

- Oh, just give me 100, I got 100-

- 100?

- $40, that's it.

- [Lady] Yeah, yeah.

- It sounded like 100? I meant to say 40.

So you want the shades and the Louis?

- Yes, Craig.

- Okay. My name ain't Craig, my name is Greg.

Craig sells that fake stuff. This is authentic.

- Same difference.

(Greg mumbling) (papers rustling)

That's a Walmart bag?

- No, no, no, no.

This is my, I got the bags from Walmart

cause that's all they had.

(lady laughs) At the place.

Thank you. I appreciate it.

Enjoy! - Okay.

- Damn.

(exhales) Let me roll up man, at least.

I ain't-(phone rings)

What's up ma?

- [Rhonda] What is you doing all day?

I hope you ain't out there just smoking,

and you ain't trying to get all that

cheap shit out of my garage.

You know the light bill is due to be paid by tomorrow.

I already done made an extension.

You need to go out, Greg, and get a real job.

Just like Winston at the post office.

Why you ain't call him to get you a job at the post office?

I'm sick of this shit.

(phone beeps)

- What's wrong with that bullshit, oh damn, man!

(upbeat music)

- His performance has been unacceptable (indistinct).

He in trouble, but first- - Yeah?

- As you should know, article two, subsection three,

of your (mumbles) says no

talking on your cellphone while delivering your mail.

This is a direct violation of-

- Thank you, David, I'll take it from here.

- Got my eye on you.

- Got my eye on you, I'm tired of those pants.

Look, Miss. Tasha, I wasn't even on the phone-

- Wait, shh.

I've been watching you for a while now.

You know, Winston, your work performance,

has been,

lacking lately.

I can make that all

go

Away.

(soft music)

(door knock)

Come in.

(soft music)

- I guess you put him in his place.

(mellow music)

- What's up, Greg?

- What's good Winston?

- Chill chilled. Hey, I just saw Kayla today,

well she was in a nice Mercedes Benz.

That shit was clean, had to look cute on her and everything.

How did that whore get one of them, is she a CNA?

- Man, stop calling my baby mama a whore. Yeah she is a CNA.

That's that new nigga who that bitch fucking with.

- Where would that nigga,

that nigga done way better than you in life,

that nigga had that wham in that bitch, telling her-

- Hey, what do you want?

What do you want man, what you want?

What's up?

- Man, I just came to check on you brother, let's smoke.

- No, we can't. Mama in there.

I don't feel like hitting her up today, bruh.

- I should be tripping, no she smokes too?

- Yeah, but she says her shit medical,

her shit is different, she says we smoke just cause.

- Y'all just bombs,

and bombs don't deserve to engage in leisure activities.

Get a job first. Then you can smoke some weed.

(soft music)

- She must be talking about you cause I got a job.

- Fuck it. Let's roll up.

(Winston laughs) - Guess what though?

- What?

- Joe coming home.

(tense musical build up)

(upbeat music)

- When?

- I mean, tomorrow.

- Are you just now telling me this?

- Man, you still scared of Joe, that was eight years ago.

- [Greg] That nigga broke my jaw, man.

I can't eat apples and bites to this day.

- [Winston] Man, you ain't never eaten no damn apples.

- Man I gotta go. I gotta get outta here man.

- Because of Joe?

- No, not because of him, just living here,

me, I'm a grown ass man, still living at home with my mama.

That's why Kay came don't respect me.

Do you remember Amos from my school?

- Yeah.

- That nigga sent me a wedding invitation.

- So? I don't want to get married.

- That's not the point.

We can't get married even if we wanted to.

We're two grown ass men, living with our mama.

- You know what I'm saying bro,

now you got me out of depression and shit, bro.

Let's go to the liquor store, bro.

♪ I don't wear tight jeans, I don't do the jerk

♪ But I do set it low and (indistinct)

♪ I don't wear tight jeans, I don't do the jerk

(man mumbling)

- That being a rocker.

- My shit go, (grunts)!

- Hey, hey, shut the fuck up!

It's a call right here.

( Jaw mumbling)

Hello?

- [Black's Uncle] Greetings Arnold.

(men laughing)

- Shut the fuck up.

- [Jaw] Yes, sir.

- It's Black.

- [Black's Uncle] What's black?

- My name.

- [Black's Uncle] Your name?

- Yeah, uncle Wayne, my name is Black.

- [Black's Uncle] Him name Black, watch out.

- [Lady On Phone] Hello, Arnold.

How is your sister doing?

- She's fine, auntie, my name is Black.

- [Black's Uncle] Yo, watch your voice, look you youth.

- Man look, can we get down to business?

My people fucked up. You got (indistinct) for me?

- [Black's Uncle] Your auntie cookies

will be arriving tomorrow.

Text you the tracking number.

- Okay, that's a bet, how many bars, uncle?

- [Black's Uncle] Just one for now.

- One?

- [Black's Uncle] Try this one out first,

and if the people them like them, I go send you more.

- All right, man.

- [Black's Uncle] Me I go link you later.

- [Lady On Phone] Bye, Arnold.

- It's Black!

(men laughing)

Shut the fuck up.

Fuck y'all looking at?

- Boss!

- I mean, what the fuck, bro,

I thought you said your uncle was gonna hook us up, Arnold.

- What?

- I know.

I know he on that "I want you to pull yourself" shit.

We get the shit, we sell it quick, ain't no pressure.

- Shit, say no more.

(men laughing)

say no more, Arnold.

(men laughing loudly)

- [Black] Fuck y'all.

(men mumbling) - Arnold.

(man laughing)

(upbeat music)

- Mama say it's my phone, it's my phone, damn!

- What time you came home?

- Damn, mama, why you walking around here

creeping up around the house and shit?

- Negro, this is my house.

When are you going to start looking for your place,

so you don't have to worry about me

creeping around my house.

- Oh, here we go.

- Yeah, here we go. Here we go.

And your brother's coming home tomorrow.

It's time for you to start looking for you a place.

As a matter of fact, he's taking your room.

- Why is he taking my room?

- Because I want him to feel welcome and comfortable.

- Welcome and comfortable?

Yeah. But that nigga isn't coming home from Iraq.

He come home from prison.

Since when you get an award for coming home from prison?

- I don't care where he's coming home from.

I want him to come home and feel welcome and comfortable.

Your ass was supposed to be out of here a long time ago.

You said you was going to only be here for about two weeks.

And that was like three years ago.

- I wonder why I'm running to help you pay bills.

I'm paying rent and stuff.

How am I supposed to save money If I'm doing all that?

- Boy you pay me $200 a month,

I know bombs who pay more than that.

What do you do with your money?

You don't have no kids.

Boy. What do you do with your money?

- Man, I-

(upbeat hip hop music)

Yeah, hmm,

yeah, okay I did it.

Man, that ain't even the point, look,

I bought groceries for you,

I pay the cable bill and I pay my tithe.

- (laughs) Boy you don't pay no damn tithe,

and just where your money goes,

that gold digger skank don't want you no way.

Yeah she do. Yeah she do.

Yeah she do.

(upbeat music)

(Greg mumbles)

- Hello?

Hello.

Man, can you stop playing on my phone?

I can hear you breathing.

(lady on phone laughs)

Stupid whore, let me check Instagram.

I know I got some of my old fresh (mumbles) yesterday.

Oh two first, yesterday, oh no.

Six likes? Ah, these niggas hating on me, bruh.

Six, come on bro. Look at the shoes.

Six likes for the, come on.

Come on. I could at least get 103 likes but no.

The shoes, come on man.

I probably wear strong, anyway, come on.

Man, niggas hating on me man, for real.

They tripping.

They hating, I'm re posting, I'll view it later.

(Cookie Man knocks on window)

Who the fuck is that knocking (mumbles)?

Not that Cookie Man with his bullshit man. Damn.

(soft music)

Cookie Man. What do you want?

- Damn, Greg man, you taking all day and everything-

- [Greg] What do you want, man?

- Cookie Man got something for you niggas to sell, that's -

- But I don't want to sell them old ass TVs and

and shit you be having, backup man,

I ain't good with you bro.

- Hold on, man, longer.

Listen man, give me one chance, man,

check what I got out, man.

- [Greg] All right, let me see.

- Don't do Cookie Man like that.

- [Greg] Cookie Man, let me see.

- All right.

I got the baby shirts and everything.

It'll looked good on you. Yeah.

- Cookie Man. What else you got?

- Oh, okay. All right. Let me see.

I got me a little,

I got that measuring cup.

You know what I'm saying? For the water?

You know what I'm saying? On the stove (laughs).

- Cookie Man, I don't like fucking (mumbles).

- Well, you know for that.

Okay. All right.

Well I got this spatula right here,

You know what I'm saying?

It's for you niggas that be, whooping that work.

- Bye Cookie Man. Bye.

- Oh, I got something else, man.

Now look, this iPhone, this Apple phone.

- [Greg] Now we're talking.

- You know what I'm saying?

- How much you want for that?

- $100, I'll give it to you for that-

- I got $50.

- I did the whole back for $100.

- I got $50.

- Come on, man. You're bullshit.

- [Greg] I got $50.

- You're bullshit.

- I got $50, Cookie Man, take it or leave it.

- Man, come on, man. You're bullshit.

- Cookie Man, I got $50.

- You're trying to take advantage of Cookie Man.

- [Greg] I got $50, take it or leave it.

- All right. All right.

You got the (indistinct) nigga.

All right.

(door closes)

- [Greg] Stupid ass.

- Why do you have your shoes out here?

- Why are you questioning me?

Why is she not in school?

- Because she's sick. That's why.

(girl coughs)

- She don't look sick to me.

- Well she is.

- Don't you think you should have called me before you came?

What if I wasn't here, who was gonna babysit then?

- First of all, these are normal people working hours.

And I know you don't have no goddamn job.

So I knew your ass would be at home.

Secondly, this is your daughter. So you're not babysitting.

This is the bullshit why we can't be together

and why we will never be together.

- What bullshit?

- ( exhales) Ignorance is bliss.

- What that mean? Wait, wait.

- Exactly.

- Can I ask you a question, Kayla?

- What, boy?

- Why you don't like my pics on Instagram?

- You know what, fuck you.

- I like all your pictures.

Come on, baby girl, your mama (mumbles), I don't know why-

- You're mad?

- No, I ain't mad, don't be like your mama.

(air whooshing)

- Hey, Winston, you think Greg got the new Kevin Hart?

- Which one?

- The new one.

Brand new.

- I think, yeah, he got it.

It don't come out till the 21st though.

- No, no, but I need it.

I got a little prod coming up.

To my, a little Netflix and chill.

Gotta get this dick in the middle, you know how I roll.

- She got a friend?

- Probably. Yeah you, hang on, hang on.

- Let me see.

You let me know right here.

- Oh, yeah.

- Boy you sure I do like them big, don't I?

- Yeah, you're crazy.

(Winston laughs) - Oh, big.

- What y'all laughing at?

- One of his cows. - He crazy.

He crazy, bro.

Check out that from bottoms up.

- Let me see the picture.

- She must be a security guard at Barbers Up.

- Man, you tripping.

- Let me see the pic.

Hey, I mean I'd smash, though.

- Hey, Wednesday night.

- You look like a nigga that'll smash.

- Wednesday night, BBW.

(upbeat hiphop music)

Thick in that motherfucker,

you know what I'm saying, thick.

- I'm straight, I'll pass on that bro.

- No, it's like having a threesome.

With like two girls in one.

- No ain't like that shit.

- Yo, for the clout though?

- I ain't like shit.

- I'll pass.

(Winston laughs)

- Who are we passing?

Why are you so jumpy, Winston?

Marvin, where are you going?

- Man my brakes off, man. Shit.

- I'm watching you.

- Man, I'll leave.

- What was that?

- I said there's a nice breeze outside,

lame ass nigga.

Steve, you seen him coming when you walked up.

- [Steve] What I do?

- Lame ass. (upbeat hiphop music)

- Bro, DMX beat it bro.

- Bro, how?

- Stop, drop.

- But that was in 1992.

- Shut em up down, open up shop.

- That was, let's ask Black.

- Black, bro, who-

- Ask Black what?

- Bro, who better, DMX, or Lil Boosie.

- DMX, what kind of question is that?

- Bad.

- But how is DMX bad if he hasn't had a hit since 1992?

- He bad.

- You ain't asked me who had a fucking hit,

you asked me who was better.

- Thanks. We did ask who was better though.

- Shut up, you know what I mean.

- Who are you talking to, though?

- I'm talking to you. - Watch your tone.

- Well, or what?

- Watch your tone. - What's gonna happen?

I bet I'll do it.

- Watch your tone, big boy.

- Hey, chill the fuck out, listen,

there's a call right up. There's a call.

- [Jaw] For real, he lucky.

- [Man] I do.

- Hello?

- [Black's Uncle] Arnold, get a pen and paper

and write this stuff.

- Pen.

I got it, I got it.

- [Black's Uncle] You ready?

- Yeah.

- [Black's Uncle] EQ25

92

021

67

IN.

You hear me, right?

- Yeah, yeah. I hear you. I got it.

It's on, we can't fuck this up.

- [Jaw] Yeah, yeah.

- My uncle been in the game for a long time.

So, no fucking up.

- Nah, nigga, you can't fuck this up nigga, we good.

(men laughing)

- Arnold.

- Arnold (laughs).

(man and Jaw mumbling)

- Shut the fuck up.

- Chill, man.

- You gotta put this

(voice gets drowned by man talking)

- This shit right here.

- You know I'm gonna pick her up.

For real, though.

- On that sport shit nigga.

(men laughing)

- I've been broke so many times

wonder what to believe.

Mama stay out of my phone.

(upbeat hiphop music)

- Winston!

- What?

- I've been calling and texting you.

- Man, I'm at work bro.

I was gonna call and text you back later.

- Who are you talking to, Winston?

- Yeah, who are you talking to, Winston?

- Man I'm just saying, bro, I was going to call you back.

- Chile, anyway, listen, listen.

I got an emergency.

(Winston slightly chuckles).

I'm serious Winston.

- We are serious, Winston.

- Man, you always got a so-called emergency.

Last week, you know what you said?

Your dog ate your stimulus check.

Let me see what's going on now.

Your food stamps ain't hit this month?

- Uh, close.

So I put my lights to my sister name, right?

And it's been in her name for about two years.

And then me and her get into it about some

no good nigga that she talking to.

So her ass got to JEA,

and tell them to cut the power off because she moving.

(Winston laughs)

- Hey, Hey, that's a new one.

Hey, that was good.

Let me get stunned, that was a good one.

- I'm serious, Winston.

- Bro, I still don't see what the issue is.

All you gotta do is go down to the place

and get your name put in the lights,

so you don't be light less and shit.

- Okay. If I could,

don't you think I would've done that, jackass?

- You owe JEA, don't you?

- Something like that. You know?

- Yeah, your ass owes JEA.

- Okay. I owe JEA, but I need you to give me the money

so I can go pay them and get

my lights back on, please, daddy?

- Lord have mercy, how much you need?

- $400.

- $400? Goddamn.

Man, all right, bro. I'm going to give it to you.

I'll give it to you tonight.

No, no, no. I need it now.

They're going to close before I come over tonight.

- I ain't got it on me right now.

- Okay. So let's go to the ATM.

- I can't leave, my boss has been

following me around all day day.

- Please.

- Man. Look, I got some.

Yeah, just take my card,

take my card and go bring my junk back.

Cause I need something for lunch.

- Okay.

- I'll text you the pin.

- Okay. I'm bringing it back. Thank you.

- Whatever, man. Hey, don't make me regret this.

(boys laughing)

- He's a clown, bro.

I'd never get past that in my life.

- Never, hey give me some (mumbles) while you at it.

- And some VC.

- You won't regret it. I promise.

- Don't make me regret this bro.

- [Angie] Okay.

- Damn.

(boys laughing)

- What the fuck y'all niggas laughing at?

- You know, man, giving that shorty your goof ass card.

- The hell do you even know about wanting somebody, nigga

y'all niggas 13 years old.

Only girlfriend you niggas know about is jerking, nigga.

(boys laughing)

- I'm looking at your puppy dog eyes,

come over tonight, please?

(boys laugh)

Hey, look though,

I bet you 20 she won't come through tonight.

- 20? - Yeah.

- Man, y'all niggas need to take y'all ugly ass to school.

This NBA Young Boy looking ass nigga,

you a Young Thug looking ass, fuck y'all talking about?

Take your ass to school.

- Why, (indistinct) like a clown now? Nah we good, bro.

- (mumbles) get your ass up.

Hey, but for real though, (mumbles) mail though.

- Thank you.

(slow hiphop music)

(mail box falls down)

(upbeat hiphop music)

- I'm too old for this shit, man.

Can't stand y'all little bastards.

I'm calling truancy.

Shit.

(Winston mumbles)

(suspenseful music)

I know this ain't what I think,

goddamn, it isn't what I think it is.

Hell no, (laughs) hell no.

- There he fucking go right down, man.

Come on, watch out, watch out.

Hey mailman, mailman?

I ain't got no fucking mail today?

- No.

- You sure?

- Yeah, I'm sure, bro

what, are y'all looking for something?

- Am I fucking looking for something,

yeah I'm looking for something nigga,

what do you think, I like checking your shit on a daily?

Hold on. Let me show you something, man. Hold up.

Look, right there. Out for deliver, you see that?

- Yeah, I see it.

- You see it? - I see.

I see. But Black, you know what?

They might be coming on the next truck

cause you know we got two trucks coming today

because we were backed up at the office.

So there's another truck coming, Black.

- It better be.

- It's coming, bro.

- I bet.

- All will work.

- And I pull up and I hop out.

Hop out with the Zappa,

I been in high school but I dropped out

and I ain't playing cause I popped out

(indistinct) I got the Glock out (laughs).

- (voice gets drowned by Greg talking)

You're supposed to perform.

- What's good, y'all boys looking upset?

- What's up man, y'all got that?

- Nah, man. He said something like he don't got it and shit.

- What you mean he ain't got it?

- Exactly what the fuck I said.

He said something about it

coming on another truck or something.

- Nothing!

- Nothing bro?

- Bro don't ask me that shit again, for real.

- Bro I'm just asking cause I have

ordered some Gucci belts on E Bay, you feel me?

(man laughs) - E Bay?

- I wanna laugh too, what's so funny, I wanna chuckle.

- E-bay?

(men laughing)

- (laughs) What the fuck your big jaws

weighing ass laughing at?

- Listen, that shit might look like Gucci,

it might even say Gucci,

but that shit is fake as fuck, bro.

You going to be a fool right here wearing that shit.

For real.

It's my fucking uncle right here.

Hello?

- [Black's Uncle] The check in number

says it's out for today.

- I just saw the mailman. That ain't what he said.

- [Black's Uncle] The mailman only come one time?

You damn fool?

- That ain't what he told me.

- [Black's Uncle] Just call me when you get it.

You already have fucked up and the thing not reach yet.

- Fuck, man!

- It better come this time,

or bodies are going to be dropping

and souls are going to be flying.

For real. - For real, we gonna fly.

R Kelly type shit.

- You know, R Kelly shit.

(mellow music)

(dramatic music)

(loud upbeat music)

- I got something for their asses.

(Greg mumbles)

Greg!

Guys, get up, get up!

Get up and get the hell out of my house.

- This is not what (mumbles) came up for.

- Get out.

Hey, you got 30 days!

- You'll come stay with me bro, you're my-

- 30 days to get out. (Greg wails)

Get your shit and get the hell out.

(door closes)

(air whooshing)

- Damn, we got a lot of weed bro.

- Nigga, yes we do. We finna smoke forever, one.

- That was one. We're definitely finna smoke forever.

Two, no more Reggie for me (laughs).

- Three?

- Nigga, me, what's that (laughs)?

I'm a loud type of nigga.

Surround sound system. You feel me?

- Okay. I feel you, yeah.

Fuck, I got a better idea.

- A better idea?

- Nigga, we can sell that shit and make some bread.

(Winston laughs)

- Man your ass ain't never sold no drugs before.

- Nigga it ain't hard. It ain't Algebra.

All we need is a scale, some dime bag some dope ass

and we'll sell that shit in no time.

- Nope. Nope, Nope, Nope.

Hell nah. I'm not getting in your shit this time bro.

- My shit? Nigga you the one that stole it.

It's your shit.

Well technically it's my shit too cause I'm your homeboy.

So if Black kill you, he gonna kill me.

He gonna make both of us pairs,

don't matter if we go the right way.

Let's sell that bitch and make some bread.

(Winston exhales)

Yo, you heard what my mama said, 30 days.

Not 31, not 32, 30 days.

All because we now smoke weed? What's that?

Listen ain't no time bro.

Just sleep on it, bro, sleep on it and think about it, bro.

- Bro I'm going to go to sleep,

but I ain't thinking about that shit, bro.

You're going too far, bro.

- How?

- You be tripping bro.

We be here, and you go here.

- Trust that, so when I'm out on the streets sleeping

what I'm gonna do then what y'all do then, where am I go?

- Stay with me and my mama.

- Nigga you need to get out of your mama house.

- No I don't.

- Just sleep on it bro. Cause you don't understand.

- No you don't understand,

and get your big ass on the floor.

Nigga you ain't sleeping on the bed with me.

- Your regular ass bed (mumbles).

(rooster clucking)

- AJ I ain't got no money.

(Greg snoring)

- What the fuck?

- I wanna go outside.

- Nigga get your ass up.

- Oh, hey Joe.

- What the fuck are you doing my room?

- Welcome home, man. I ain't-

- No, don't welcome me, nigga.

Listen, wake your ass up!

- I didn't know you got out. - Joe!

When did you get here?

- This morning.

I'm trying to get some sleep.

But I can't cause your nigga is in my room!

- This morning? Oh shit, what time is it?

- [Greg] It's eight.

- Eight. Oh shit my phone.

- [Greg] Hey, I'm gonna call you later man.

- Call me later bro, call me later.

Man what you doing? I know you just got out of prison bro.

But come on bro, give some privacy.

- Yeah, but I need you to put me

at your job today.

At that Post office.

- Man, they're not hiring felonists.

- I don't wanna hear that shit, put a nigga on!

- All right, calm down.

You're angry at breakfast?

Shit.

(loud hip hop music)

Oh, my God.

- Winston, Winston Winston.

- Oh my God. What's up David?

- Well, there was a box from your rock yesterday

that I'm assuming wasn't delivered.

It doesn't surprise me that you didn't scan it.

- Man you're tripping,

what's the address, I deliver all my packages.

- I'll let you know when we get inside.

Wait, wait, wait. Have you even been inside yet?

- Uh.

- It's nine o'clock, work starts at 7:30 in case you forgot.

- You sure that little pull behind watch work?

- Man, of course it works.

I don't wear that cheap shit y'all be wearing.

- Cheap? I got an Apple watch.

You better tighten for real.

- Hello, gentlemen.

- Just who I wanted to see.

Guess who just getting to work at 9:03.

- Oh, really?

You go inside, Dave, let me talk to him.

- Don't listen to him.

- Of course, boss, don't be too hard on him.

- Don't be too hard on him.

- Winston, Winston.

Dave has been bringing up some concerns

about your work performance over the last few weeks.

- Cause he been treating me,

the man been rotting me since I started here

I don't know what's his problem with me.

- Winston, don't worry about Dave rotting you,

worry about me riding you.

- What?

That's sexual harassment.

- Go ahead and do your roll.

- Okay.

- You look sexy.

- [Winston] I gotta get my rock together.

- You sexy ass. (gate closes)

(upbeat hiphop music)

- I know these chicks smoke.

(door knocking)

- [Lady] Who is it?

- The mailman.

- What's up?

- I got a package I need somebody to sign first.

(hiphop music)

- This is for 1022. This is 1021.

- What?

Damn sure yeah.

- Mm hm. Learn to read.

- All right.

Hey, let me ask you something real quick.

- What?

- Why you hollering?

Y'all smoke?

- Do I what?

- Do y'all smoke?

- What, you trying to smoke or something mailman?

- I got some.

- Okay, speak up.

- I got some weed.

- And?

- You trying to catch some?

- No. We good over here. Police ass nigga.

Call me the motherfucking fed.

- She (mumbles) shit,

I knew this shit wasn't gonna work man.

Spiking the yard. Let me put some out here.

What's up man?

- (mumbles) Mailman, how you doing today (indistinct)?

How you doing today, sir?

- I'm good. You feel me?

- You got my check?

- Yeah there you go right there.

- Let me see what (indistinct) up today.

- That's you?

- Hell no, again? Learn how to read.

- Whatever, bruh.

- Fake ass. Where my, okay.

- What are you looking for, your check?

- Yeah.

- No, I ain't got your disability check.

- On the first or the third.

- No I ain't getting that shit, whatever,

I ain't your disability check. Big neck ass.

- Ma'am, where them kids at, you feeding them kids?

- All of them.

When you get my check here and my new card,

stop sending my card back.

- What am I doing?

Hey, quick question though. For real other than that.

You smoke?

- Smoke what? Smoke is mailing this mailbox.

If that's what you do.

- Come on man, I got good weed.

I got good weed.

- Weed?

- Yeah. Good for your glaucoma and shit,

all in here.

- What? For the ear?

- Yes. - Glaucoma? For the eyes?

- I ain't no damn school teacher.

- Some of y'all don't know what the hell it's good for.

- I know. I just said, you know what I meant though,

you're trying to buy some weed or not?

- Be good at your job and deliver the damn mail, that's-

- Damn.

- You wanna deliver this mail, not weed.

- [Winston] Whatever man.

- Get the fuck out of my porch.

- Where is that dress, oh-

- Hey, how you doing?

- Hey Lisa, how are you doing?

- All right, I got your text about my shoes.

- Yeah, yeah, you know what? You needed eight, right?

- Yeah.

- They sent the nine.

I don't know why they sent the nine.

- Oh, man.

- I ordered you at eight, and they sent,

I'm supposed to be getting them back to the man today

and tomorrow I'll show you eight.

- Man, man. - [Greg] If you need it.

- Well, how much are the shades?

- The shades $20. Them real Versace shades, only $20.

Do you want the shades?

- No. - [Greg] Okay.

- All right. Well, Imma just text your guy,

and see if he has my size.

- I'm sorry about that.

I ordered your eight and they sent the nine. I'm sorry.

- That's okay.

- Let me ask you a question.

- Yeah.

- You smoke?

- Smoke what?

- Like weed, reefa?

- Hey don't nobody smoke no drugs.

- Oh, I'm sorry. All right.

- [Woman] Okay.

- All right, ma.

- [Woman] Damn. - Hey.

(Greg exhales)

Yeah. I'm going to have the Gucci and the Prada tomorrow.

All right. All right.

What's up, D? What's up man?

- Yeah, what's up man?

- What are you in for today?

- New comedy CD.

- Oh boy. They've been talking about it all,

everybody talking about the comedy CD,

how you been though, everything good?

- Very good, having a little party tonight.

- [Greg] You're having a party tonight?

- Yeah.

- Oh man, yeah, I got to print out the comedy CD man.

Everybody keep talking about this,

I think I sold the last one. You should have called me man.

- I was over there, decided to drop by.

- [Greg] Oh you popped up on me?

- Right.

- Hey, my bad man. You would have called.

- Next time I'll holler.

- My bad man. I just sold the last one,

you would have called me I would have had it for you.

The new Comedy CD, right?

Everybody talking about that CD man,

I think they're going like fireflies.

- Wait, wait.

- I can have it tomorrow. If you need it.

- Call me man. We'll see.

- You sure? - Yeah.

- You can call me. I will save it for you.

I won't even sell it.

I don't even know the dude I sold it to, I know you.

You know what I'm saying?

Where are we having the party at?

- At my crib, bro.

- Oh, you smoke?

- Hm? - [Greg] Smoke.

- Nah, man.

- [Greg] You don't smoke no weed?

- Nah, I don't smoke.

- [Greg] Okay, you know anybody

that smoke weed at the party?

- Nah, man, my party is straight, bro.

- All right then, damn.

Ain't nobody buying his weed. It's hard being a weed man.

(truck speeds off)

- What we said man, man still at 20?

- Oh my God, dude nigga, what man,

are you trying to cop some, man I got some.

- Man, look at this man, a certified drug dealer.

What the fuck?

- Look at that nigga hat, boy.

- What, what, oh y'all ranking?

Y'all got a little joke (laughs).

Both of you niggas got polo needles on top of your head.

You thought that shit was cool?

You woke up and said that shit was sweet?

- Man, big ass pants on.

- Big ass pants, look, they tighter than your pants,

you can't even run from the police in them big,

you can't even sag that pant.

You got a wallet over there, and a phone over there.

Fuck wrong with you?

Look AJ, what you trying to do,

you trying to get some or what?

- Let me see what it look like?

- I'll let you see a little bit,

you know how it is now, come on.

- Okay, okay.

- Guard it down, (indistinct)

maybe you got that Rona, dude.

- Nah, dude.

- Smell that, put that on your little hound dog nose.

Mh.

- Fuck. - I knew it's fire.

- Oh, shit, your boss. - Wait, wait.

Motherfuckers.

- Hey bro, Winston,

you gotta leave that whore Angie alone man,

she ain't no good for you.

- Hey Greg.

- Your ass gonna be crying I'm telling you,

your ass gonna be crying. - Greg.

- Boo hoo fucking crying.

- Greg!

- What? What, Imma call you, bye.

- Damn.

- What, tell me what, what, damn, what?

- Hey.

- What's going on?

- Nothing. What's up?

- Nothing, I just came out here

to buy mama's sewing machine.

- Sewing machine?

- Mm hm.

- Mama ain't got no sewing machine.

- Yes she do. I just talked to her.

She said it's upstairs in the closet.

- Let me go look.

- Thank you.

- Damn, (mumbles).

- Take your time, bro, you know what.

- What you need it for?

- I'm finna make my little cousin a dress thank you.

- What cousin?

- [Tammy] Nelly.

- What's that you're making for Nelly?

- [Tammy] Ooh, that.

- [Greg] Nelly finna wear that?

- Yeah.

- Nah, don't do that. That shit don't look good.

It's not gonna look good on her I tell you.

I can picture it in my head-

- She wanna wear it, don't do that.

- Nah. Don't do that. I'm telling you.

That's your cousin,

but she'll be setting up for (mumbles) though.

That's all I'm saying, that shit look crazy.

- (exhales) Ain't no way.

- No, Adam control call ass

gonna come and get y'all ass from flowing that shit,

don't say I ain't tell you.

- Ain't no way.

- [Greg] I got the gas too.

- Yeah.

(Greg mumbles)

Let me see that shit.

- Yeah, that's five, I know you wanna smoke that.

- Whoa, that smells like a precious.

- I know you wanna smoke that.

- Where you got that from?

- Don't worry about all that.

You're trying to cop or what?

- Bro, know my brother got that sike, I don't-

- Man, bye Tammy, bye.

- Bro. - Bye, bye.

- I'm sorry brother. - Bye.

- Imma holler at you.

Oh and listen.

- [Greg] What?

- Make sure you let your momma know

I'll be back later on this evening

with them check stars, probably about 5:35-

- You do check stars too?

- Bro, this is Tammy, I do everything.

- Goddamn, okay.

- Bye, Greg.

- Bye.

- Dollar! What's up, Black?

- What the fuck you want?

- I'm here to drop some of the mail off to you.

- I got my stimulus?

- Yeah, you might get a little steam

to get you a whole new outfit.

I'm tired of that shit you wearing

that's been three weeks in a row.

- Kiss my ass.

- Yeah. Whatever man.

Hey, what's up man? You smoke?

- What the fuck do you think?

- I know, okay, I know you smoke.

So look, check this out.

I got the surround sound system.

- Better take that shit to best bag.

- Come on bro, I know you smoke, bro.

- I smell good-

- But I don't got it on me though.

- Oh, okay.

- I got it on below-

- Oh that's just your phone.

- It's my phone, hey you know what?

(indistinct) you're supposed to be helping a nigga out,

Black man, you're supposed to be helping a Black owner out.

You know what I'm saying, Black business.

- But last month I offered your ass some

motherfucking soap, nigga.

- Soap for what,

nigga you are out here dressed like a goddamn troll,

you get the hell out of here with your little kids

that made that outfit for you.

- That's all right.

- Get that paint brush shit off.

- That's all right.

That's why your ass will be fired next week, bitch.

♪ I'm a boss shit what you think I hustle for

♪ Price going in, price going out

- Hey, where the fuck my package at?

- Hey Black, I think I saw, yeah, matter of fact,

I was just coming down there.

You got one package right here.

- Give me the fucking box, man.

- You be blessed, Black.

You be blessed, okay?

- And when I shoot, shoot, shoot,

cause when I shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot.

(box drops down)

- That must be that thing, that package.

- Oh, yeah.

(man mumbling)

- Oh, yeah. I knew it (mumbles) what I was thinking.

(laughs)

- Not one word.

Look at it. Tell me that ain't real nigga.

- Tell me that ain't real.

- Nope.

- You're a hater. Black ass (indistinct),

how doesn't it look real,

look do you like the way it's

look, see how the G got the imprint?

Look like a website.

- That ain't shit, man.

- Why you took my phone, bro?

- What the fuck, shut the fuck up.

- What you took my shit for, bro?

You lucky, boy you lucky you my brother,

I'd kick your ass right here.

I swear to God. Momma gonna be burying a son. For real.

- Sit the fuck down.

- You know I'd do it, for real.

- Two days!

Two days and the shit ain't here yet.

- Man, calm the fuck down, bro.

The shit might just be moving slow, bro

they got Corona virus and shit up there.

They're like backed up.

- Yeah.

- Two days, and the only thing you want to get delivered

is that poor ass, ugly ass Gucci belt?

- You ain't talking about this belt

cause you got me fucked up. My shit ain't poor.

- No, I know what it is, somebody took my shit.

That's what it is.

- Police?

- You've done something wrong?

- I ain't even had thought of that.

But now that he said it, maybe the police took it,

and they confiscated it by the FBI

and then the DEA took it too.

So that's why we ain't got it cause the feds watching.

For real.

- I gotta call my uncle, bro,

he gonna want the fucking bread, man.

- Man, all three of y'all niggas shut the fuck up man.

For real man, y'all tripping. Y'all going to far.

Bro, I don't believe no police took your shit my nigga.

And that's just real. This is what you do.

Call your uncle, whatever the fuck his name is,

tell your nigga to send you another box,

nigga, send it to a different address.

- Oh we can send it to the Bando next door.

- Yeah.

- That way a mailman.

- Now you talking.

- And then we just scrap.

- Yeah (laughs).

What we do, what we do?

- We go scrap.

(Jaw laughing)

and we gonna slide.

- Now you talking. - And then we ditch.

- That's a good idea.

- Duh.

- I'm going to call my uncle.

- Call him.

- Call that nigga.

- [Uncle] Hello?

- What's up, uncle?

- [Uncle] Oh, where's your auntie cookies?

- You know what? The crazy thing is,

they haven't came yet.

- [Uncle] What? What you say?

- I don't know what happened.

I mean, I looked out for the package.

It just ain't came yet.

You think you can get Auntie to make some more cookies?

You know how I love her cookies.

- [Uncle] Don't worry about her.

I will deal with her.

Just hope you know how your auntie works

to put them cookies together.

You have to make sure you find a way

to make up for the first box.

- Fuck, man.

- All I know is it better come this time

or bodies going to be dropping and souls will be flying.

(Jaw laughing)

For real. Cause I ain't got time.

- For real.

- Cause I got murder on my mind.

- But look, ain't shit fly like your goddamn phone.

How are you going to fix your shit though?

- Damn, let me see. - E Bay?

- (laughing) Yeah E Bay, E Bay and kick your ass

and I'll be wrong, right? It puts you on the site.

(Jaw singing)

30% off if you use the promo code gay, for real.

♪ Price going in price going out

♪ Blue hunnids coming in what you call a drag

♪ I could make it spin I could throw it out

- Hey how much of that you sold?

- Shit, none.

- None, then what you been doing with it then?

- Nigga, how much you sold?

- (mumbles) how much I sold,

you know how much I sold, nigga, a few dime bags.

- Few what?

- Few dime bags.

- Nigga, what's a few dime bags?

- Like one, I sold one. I sold the top one though.

- One, nigga?

- [Greg] Yeah, one.

- Just one?

Shit you thought this shit was going to be easy.

You thought (mumbles) it with Nino Brown (laughs).

- Shut up nigga, everybody smoke.

I ain't know this shit was going to be this hard to sell.

- That's the problem. Everybody smoke.

Everybody selling weed,

this shit like the rap game.

It's over saturated, everybody doing it.

- True. True.

(door opens loudly)

- Fuck y'all scared (indistinct) job before?

- If you're popping out like that

you almost got your ass shot.

- [Greg] Straight up.

- Shot? All right.

- Yeah, all right.

- Yes you did, nigga.

- Man, chill.

- He breaking my (voice gets drowned by men shouting).

- You is all right?

- Nigga, Angie at the house.

- [Winston] Who?

- Angie, nigga.

- [Winston] So?

- No wonder you ain't happy. Get your ass up.

Hey, I'll call you later bro.

- All right bro.

- Have some fun bro, for real so we can finish

talking about what we was talking about.

- All right, bro.

- Y'all niggas gay.

- [Greg] Shit that nigga that been a (mumbles).

- What?

- If Jesus came,

then nobody would know who he is or how he looks cause-

- Yeah. Start praying.

- Then nobody would see him bare face.

- Girl, (laughs) you know I'm going.

Okay, it's your birthday, bitch.

This party is gonna be lit. Period. Okay?

Girl, it's your birthday, bitch, bitch, bitch, ey!

- Shh. With your loud ass.

- Girl let me,

let me call you back.

All right.

So let's go in your room.

(boots click)

- You're looking at it.

- Who in your room, Joe?

- You already know that.

- That's messed up.

It is what it is though.

- ain't no way it is what it is.

You pay bills in here, he don't.

You gotta put your feet down, Winston.

- Put my foot down, oh, like I do with you?

- Here you go.

- Yeah, here I go.

Where my goddamn card at anyway?

- I was going to give it to you earlier, I'm sorry.

I just got caught up at work

and then running around with these kids.

- You're a little too damn caught up to text a nigga back?

- You ain't even text me.

- Yes I did.

- Oh, you did text me.

- Anyway I had to go get a new card today,

ain't no telling when I was gonna see your ass.

- Okay, I'm sorry. Dang.

- Dang.

- Look, come spend the night at my house tonight.

- Hell no.

Why, so I gotta watch your bad ass kids

while you go to party with them

crab leg eating ass holes you be hanging out with?

Hell now. Fuck out of here.

- Okay, but I'm coming home to you.

- I'm straight.

- Fuck you, Winston.

- That's the problem, you don't fuck me.

- (chuckles) wow.

- I thought we were friends.

I thought we were better than that.

- I thought we were better than that too see,

the problem is I've loved your ass since high school.

I asked you out to be my girl,

I asked you out to be my wife,

but you just put a nigga in the friend zone.

- You know what? Because you was different.

- I'm different, how I'm different?

You got three kids from three different niggas.

And I'm still selling it for this friendship bullshit.

- You know what?

I don't need you as a friend or shit else. Don't want you.

- Whatever, man.

(hiphop music playing distantly)

Angie! I was just playing.

Come back, Angie, man come on man.

- Son, let her go she a whore anyway.

- [Winston] Mom, be quiet. She ain't no whore.

Bro, what the fuck are you doing with my phone, bro

get off my phone.

- Nigga what is this shit about you selling weed?

- Man, wait.

Give me my phone, bro. Damn.

How did you know my password anyway?

How you even got in my shit?

- Nigga, Angie, Angie or everything.

So I knew she would be your password.

Tighten up, nigga.

- Fuck.

I gotta change my shit.

- Nigga, let me tell you something,

you're gonna get your ass fucked up. You no drug dealer.

(mumbles) he ain't trying to do that shit.

- See, you tripping, bro

it ain't even drugs like that per say.

It's just weed.

- Nigga, weed, I don't care what it is.

You go to jail for weed too, nigga

and you and your punk ass boyfriend

ain't built for that shit.

- Who? Who ain't built for that nigga,

I'm grown, nigga. Don't trip.

- Grown? If you so grown then

why you giving the whore you ain't fucking all your money?

Grown men lay pipe.

- First of all, she ain't even no whore,

and secondly, did you fuck her?

- Yes. Yeah. I did.

- When was that?

- Been a while, it was long time ago.

Like I said, let me catch your ass doing that shit.

I'm gonna beat your fucking ass.

And you doing anything else

besides delivering fucking mails.

- All right bro, good.

- Oh I thought (indistinct) fucking said something.

( hiphop music)

- So Joe said he gonna really beat your ass up?

- Hell yeah, you know he know everybody.

- That's crazy. So he said something about me?

Like was he mentioning me in any type of way?

Or he was just like-

- What about you?

- No, I'm saying,

like he said he was gonna beat my ass too,

or he was like, he was just gonna beat your ass too

and then like leave me alone.

- No, nigga.

- Oh, okay. I just wanna make sure.

You act like I'm scared, I ain't scared.

- It's the way you're talking.

- I ain't scared. You feel me?

It ain't that for real.

- [Winston] Scared ass.

- Nah, I ain't scared, I was just saying.

Hey, let's go to The Fleet.

I need to buy a shirt.

We can mess with some whores while we lout there.

- Yeah, let's do this.

(upbeat music)

(lady mumbling)

- Hey!

- Hey, hey, P, what's up?

- Shit.

- How y'all doing?

- We're good.

- Yeah, I got a boyfriend.

- Don't care about that, no.

- Oh, yeah, I,

girl it's so disrespect-

- Where are you going?

- It ain't about disrespecting you, (indistinct).

- Well, I'm going.

- Yeah, you go, walk over out that ass.

- [Lady] Girl.

- I see pants on. - Yeah.

- I see, yeah.

- Shit, them (mumbles) too.

- Yeah.

- Big head ass. Been sitting on.

Hey, black pants, dreads and the legs.

- And period shoes.

- Hey, stand up.

- Period shoes.

- Look at how she (indistinct).

- I ain't got no phone.

- What do you mean you ain't got no phone-

- Hey, you thick.

Shit, we thick too.

- You got a little stomach though (indistinct).

I got something that can fit in you (laughs).

Tighten up, for real though.

- That nigga (mumbles), we finna go to the gym,

cause we stay working for real.

(soft music)

(garage door opens)

- [Winston] She got about a million.

- [Greg] A million followers?

- Yeah, she fine too. - What?

- What else you wanna do once you get to get on that stunt.

- What's up, mom?

- What's up, Ms. Rhonda?

- Hey, y'all, what y'all did all day?

- Nothing. Just chilling.

- Just chilling?

- Mm hm.

- Well, you need to be doing a little

more than just chilling.

Cause the days are counting down

for you to be out of my damn down house.

- Yes ma'am.

- Anyway, let me tell y'all what happened at work today

chile y'all ain't gonna believe this.

- What happened?

- So we had a lunch in at work

and it's the type of lunch

where everyone tries to bring in a dish.

Well, after it was over,

everyone started feeling and acting weird.

- What'd you mean?

- Let me finish, boy.

So I thought to myself,

"Hmm. I know this feeling. I'm high."

High as hell, too.

- Wait, you was high?

- Let me finish.

So I remembered,

two of the young ladies brought out brownies.

- They brought the weed bun?

- Hell yeah.

And I got their ass tested and fired both their asses.

- Wait, why did you get them fired?

They probably wanted to get y'all to loosen up

let y'all old timers have a good time.

- This is a place of work, not a place to have fun.

And they lucky I ain't call the police on their asses.

You can't just be drugging people.

- Wait, you can't, that's illegal?

- Yes nigga, yes fool, that's illegal.

- Y'all run to the corner store and get me a warm snap.

- Okay. - And some chips.

- Oh you got the munchies, huh mom?

- Shut up boy, just go.

- Wait, why did you give him the money?

- Because, I know how to bring mama her change back.

- Exactly.

(Winston burps)

- Man that is crazy bro.

We eat brownies at work, bro.

- I told you bro, everybody smoke.

- That's crazy bro.

Bro that's it.

- [Greg] What?

- Nigga, that's it.

- Why, what's up?

- Bro we are going about this the wrong way bro.

Bombs selling weed the normal way

we need to sell edibles.

- Like baked goods?

- Nigga yes. Let's think about it bro.

Look, we can tap into the market of women.

Cause a lot of women that want to get high

but they don't really want to smoke like that.

- [Greg] Right.

- So we can sell them edibles.

We go ahead and make cookies, brownies,

cupcakes, all that good shit.

- Yeah. That shit sound lit. That shit sounds like it.

We'll get rid of a lot of them.

Hey, but who will go bake it?

- I don't know. We got to find somebody to bake it though.

- Yeah. You know all my whores is ratchet.

They ain't even on that baking shit.

- But it's a method to it though.

I know don't nobody just go in there and

pour weed and start mixing it up.

Dumping weed in the pot and start mixing it.

- [Greg] Okay. Well you figure out the method and shit,

I'm gonna try to find somebody to bake it.

- All right, bet.

(upbeat music)

- Oh!

- Bruh, this is Tammy. I do everything.

- I can call Tammy. Why didn't I think of that?

Hey Tammy, come over real quick.

Bet.

I should have been thought of that,

why I didn't think of that?

(voice gets drowned by microwave opening and closing)

Mm hmm.

Wait, you got a boyfriend (laughs).

Mm hm.

(door knocking)

Oh, shit, that Tammy?

That was quick.

All right I'm coming now.

- What's up?

- I thought you were Tammy, man.

- Man, it was me.

- Man I thought you were Tammy.

- Hell your hungry ass always eating some shit.

- Hell yeah, you know I gotta get it right.

- What's up with Tammy, anyway?

- She's gonna do it for us.

- Nigga, do what?

- Bake.

- She can bake?

- She can do everything. - She can do everything.

- Exactly. That's what I'm telling you.

You know she (indistinct)?

- That's cool, cause I bought my notebook.

I got instructions from YouTube

so we could turn it on.

- Oh, that's perfect.

- Come on. - Relieved.

- Yeah I know, (mumbles).

- You good?

- Nah, I'm good. - Fine.

Are we sharing or not-

- Come on, bruh get that shit out of my face.

(voice gets drowned by door knocking and Winston laughing)

- I'm coming right now, who is it?

What's up, Tammy?

(Tammy mumbles)

I ain't know you was here.

(door closes)

- So, what you asked me for, what you want?

- Why we got a Muslim (indistinct), by you?

- First of all, listen,

I don't have time to play with y'all.

I'm doing hell, I got to babysit

and my crap (mumbles) on stove.

- Goddamn, you babysit too?

- What's up, Winston. - My bad, everything.

- Well, I need,

well, we need a favor. A small.

- What kind of favor do y'all need?

- We just want you to bake some sweets.

- Yes.

- Bake some sweets, so what y'all called me for,

to bake some cupcakes and some shit?

- No-

- You don't got a bitch pregnant.

I done already told you,

all you gotta do if you want me to do her baby shower is

let me know her vision, her color.

- No, no, it's something else.

- First of all don't touch me.

Second-

- I wanna play with this.

- Don't touch me.

Secondly, what y'all need to bake sweets for?

- To sell them. - Exactly.

- To sell them?

What y'all trying to start, a bakery or some shit?

I ain't even-

- No, non no, we got weed.

- The same weed you were trying to sell me?

- Yes. No. Yeah.

But he might extract the THC out of the weed,

and put it inside the brownies and the cookies

and that way when everybody eat it,

they be high.

- Yeah. And we're going to pay you.

- Mm hm.

- Mandatory. So let me get this right.

Y'all going to give me a little something on the side

make me look assigned, have me covered up.

- Of course.

- And to make it even better, guess what?

- What?

- I got a couple of homegirls

that'll buy little bit of that shit,

and then you know my period be on,

my stomach cramping-

- Hey, come on,

(voice gets drowned by people mumbling)

- Man, are you down or what?

- Absolutely. - All right.

- Preceded. - Okay.

(Greg mumbles)

- All right.

- [Tammy] No problem.

(Greg and Winston laugh and hi five)

(upbeat hip hop music)

♪ No list on the jewelry cause it's all mine

♪ OG say something, you a (indistinct)

(door knocking)

♪ And all my old whores I fuck them just to pass time

♪ You like that real shit, fresh rewind

♪ I just live my life, no punch line

♪ Put your money on soap when it's crunch time

♪ I don't wear tight jeans, I don't do the jerk

- Man, what do you want? I told you I'm busy.

- What the hell are you doing, Greg?

- I'm getting this shmoney. What's good?

- So you mean you're in your garage, not working?

What an idiot.

- I told you this ain't

no environment for no kids right now.

- Environment? Really Greg?

It's your mother's garage.

- I told you I'm doing that thing.

- Greg.

- Shit, it's like she don't want to understand

when I say I'm doing the thing.

- Talk to her.

- I'm only gonna say it one time. I can't keep saying-

- Get it right.

(Greg mumbling)

- Greg!

- Look, what, what girl?

- What thing are you talking about?

- The new thing I'm doing with Winston.

Remember you and your friend came

and got some for the party?

- (laughs) Boy.

You're talking about an environment like you

trapping for El Chapo or something or like,

you working off the bando or whatever.

- Oh (laughs) it wasn't funny when you was buying them.

- First of all,

I definitely did not buy that bullshit from you.

You gave it to me for free.

Secondly, like I said,

you are not working at no damn trap. Okay?

You bake fucking cookies and brownies

like fucking cake boss.

- Yeah (laughs), I am awaken bake boss, bitch!

She's talking about babysitting.

Bruh, I ain't babysitting no kids today man.

I don't know she got going on. I'm (mumbles).

- Bro, If you ever call watching your own kids babysitting

I'm gonna smack the shit out your ass.

And secondly bro stop giving away all our shit.

- Man that was one time.

- I'm for real, bro.

- For real, yo.

- Oh, man.

- These the customers right here, look.

Guess we going up, we going up.

- That's why I came to holler at you by the end of the week.

We ain't got not even one box left.

- One box of what?

- One box of brownies, fool.

That's what I'm saying, Tammy brought a box earlier

and I told you to go ahead and have a batch baked up.

After that shit we without. We out.

- I ain't gonna lie bro, you have to get another box.

- When?

How?

Nigga we don't know when another box coming.

- Damn. Okay. This is what I'm gonna do.

I'm gonna keep giving out these brownies and

keep spreading the word until we get another box.

They should be getting another box soon,

they're dope boys, they gotta get another box soon.

- Bro, we gotta come up with a plan B bro

because I'm not about to keep stealing boxes from Black bro.

He ain't stupid, bro.

When he find out he gonna whoop my ass.

- Man, fuck Black.

- [Winston] You say that now.

- Fuck Black. I said what I said.

He can't whoop my ass.

- Yo.

Come across the street, I'm over here at Greg house.

All right. See you in a minute.

- Who are you telling me come over here?

- Angie.

- Why she can't go to your house?

- Because we at your house, fool.

What's your problem with Angie, anyway?

- I've never liked her, since high school, she was a THOT.

Never liked her.

- She ain't no THOT.

- She wasn't no THOT?

Remember in high school what they used to call her?

Angie the whore, whore the Angie,

they never said Angie that stay on Biscayne

or Angie just didn't miss party class.

Even the teachers called her Angie the whore.

Remember the rap?

Angie the whore, whore the Angie.

- Bro that shit from school, bro. Let that shit go.

- All I'm saying is she ain't just gonna change.

- Bro, let it go.

- I'm saying she still fucking.

- Let it go.

- She's still fucking niggas at night.

- Let it go.

- Fucking niggas in the hallway.

I remember she used to fuck niggas in the in the hallway.

- Let it go.

- Same old shit.

- Bro, let it go, bro.

- What's up y'all? What y'all out here doing?

- Nothing. Reminiscing about the good old days.

High school. You remember high school, don't you, Angie?

- Yes, oh, best six years of my life.

- What's up baby. - Baby?

Man I'm going to go get something to drink.

Y'all want something?

- No I'm straight.

- Yeah you can bring me some water. I'm really thirsty.

Greg, a plain bottle of water.

None of that tap shit y'all niggas be drinking.

- Oh, plain, okay you want salt,

and sugar around the rim, and the lemon?

- Listen, a plain bottle of water, plain.

- Plain bottle of water, plain.

(Winston laughs)

- What's up, Ang?

- Listen, I got a huge favor.

- What now, Ang?

- Never mind, Winston, damn.

- Hey, come on man, I'm just playing.

Sit down man, I'm sorry for that (mumbles).

What you need?

- Listen, they gonna cut my voucher off, so I'm moving.

And everybody and their mama won't even look

at my application cause of my credit.

So, I need you to co-sign.

- Co sign?

- Let me think about it.

- Let you think about it?

What's been going with you lately, Winston?

- Nothing, I'm chilling man,

just let me think on it like I said.

- Anyway, you got some more of them brownies

that you gave me the other day?

- I got some, $20 a piece though.

- $20? Winston you gave me one for free yesterday.

Now I gotta pay?

- I ain't got any more Ang, you gotta ask Greg.

- You know what, never mind. Bye y'all.

- Oh, really?

Mr. I don't give nothing away for free?

I sell everything I got to everybody, everybody pay me.

- Chill out, bro.

- I ain't know, but on the real though,

you did good with saying you're thinking about

the thing she wanted you to co-sign for.

- Mm hm?

- Then just finish out strong with saying no.

(Winston laughs)

- Nigga, Imma holler at you later bro-

- Hey, you remember we got to do right?

- [Winston] What?

- The goal of the day is box, B-O-X.

Look for the box.

- Stupid ass, you almost fucked that spelling.

- I did.

I did, bitch.

- Nah, man,

who the fuck is gonna worry about getting plan B together?

I got this.

- I got it.

(upbeat hiphop music)

♪ Catch me in the kitchen steady whipping nose

♪ I'm a boss shit what you think I hustle for

♪ Price going in price going out

♪ Blue hunnids coming in

- Man why are we sitting out here?

- Cause Black said we had to sit out here

and wait for the mailman to deliver the box.

- Why?

- I just told you why, why are you questioning me?

- That's still dumb as fuck bro,

we can still go in the house

and see the mailman coming in

and (mumbles) gonna get the package.

- Exactly.

- Black told us to sit out here,

so when the mailman bring the package

we could pick it up and not none one confusion.

- Man, what it do with that nigga,

(indistinct) or something?

Where his ass at anyway?

- Court (laughs).

- For what, he's summoned for that license shit?

- No. He at court for child support.

- Child support, how much he owe?

(men laughing)

What's up bro?

- Hey, One Word.

Tell him bro. Cause I can't do it, bro (laughs).

- What, one of y'all better start talking

before I shoot one of you niggas and that's real.

- First of all, calm down, you're too hype.

- 50.

- $50,000?

- Shit (laughs).

- The fuck?

- Dollars.

- And he had an arrest warrant for his arrest for $50.

- Why he ain't just give her that shit?

- I don't know,

I guess Danielle said he missed the appointment

one month and he ain't paid and suddenly,

bro, I don't know how that shit go.

All I know is he had an arrest warrant for $50, bro.

- Bro y'all mean to tell me

Black fucking child support $50 a month,

and he can't pay that shit?

Man, if that nigga wasn't my homeboy

boy I'd slap the shit out that nigga, on God.

You feel me?

- Yeah. That's crazy. That's crazy as fuck.

- Crazy.

(whip slaps)

- Hello? Winston.

- Sup, David.

- Don't "Ssup" me.

I'm not one of your little homeboys.

Got a little gift for you.

- What's this?

- It was in the wrong bin, man.

Make sure it get to the right place.

(soft music)

Is there a problem?

- No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

I'm going to take care of it, boss.

- Then don't fuck it up.

Unbelievable. Slack.

- Get your tight pant wearing ass up.

(tense musical buildup)

(Winston mumbles)

- 1,001, 1,002, 1,003, 1,004.

(phone rings)

Who that?

What's up, Winston?

- What the fuck you doing?

- No, no. What's up.

- Man, why are you breathing like that?

- Man, what you want, man?

- Bro, I need you to meet me on my route, ASAP.

- Nah I can't bro. I'm serving all day bro.

I got people coming to see me. I can't do that.

- Nigga, you ain't got shit to do, bro, just come on bro.

I need you to meet me because the bird has landed.

- The fuck?

- Nigga, the ship has docked.

- The ship has docked?

- Nigga, the shit came in.

- The shit, the shit.

- Bro, please tell me you're fucking with me.

- Oh shit, the shit came.

Oh shit. I'm gonna call you when I get close.

- All right, nigga you needed to be close

like 30 minutes ago if you know what I'm talking about.

- I got you bro.

- See you later.

- He said the shit, man.

6,023,

6,024.

- And niggas better not play with me.

Cause you see nothing.

I'm going to be on TV and I'm real.

- Yeah. - For real.

Real I kill.

- Man, chill out bro.

I can't even get into it with you bro.

Cause I'm so goddamn hungry, bro.

- Yeah me too.

- I'm about to go to the Chinese restaurant.

Y'all boys want something, man?

- Hell yeah, get me like some wings

and some fried rice with a little garlic sauce.

You know I be liking the garlic sauce.

- Bro I ain't bringing all that shit back, bro.

- I be liking the garlic sauce.

- One Word?

One Word? - What?

- Your ugly ass want something?

- No.

(Jaw mumbles)

- All right I'll be back.

- All right, bro.

Hey, where are you going?

- Sleep.

- So y'all niggas really finna leave me out here?

Okay, cause I came in this world by myself,

I'm going to leave by myself.

I've been a general.

I've been a soldier and I'm a die by all that.

And I respect everybody and I hope everybody respect me.

- All right. Here we go.

(car engine starts)

No, not today. Come on. Not today.

(car engine starts)

Not today. Come on.

Dime piece of shit.

I need to get some gas.

You got some gas, come on,

wake up for daddy now, wake up for daddy. Here we go.

God.

- Man, where this nigga at?

Where the hell are you at?

- My fucking car won't start man.

- [Winston] Are you serious bro?

- Yeah man. My shit won't start,

I'm stuck right here at the house and my shit won't start.

- Come on bro.

You know I can't walk by Black's house

with this shit in my hand.

- I already know, damn.

- You know what? Don't even worry about it.

I'm gonna call you back. Let me figure something out.

- All right. Let me know.

Damn this regular ass shit, man.

- Damn, where the fuck these niggas at?

I got a booboo. My stomach hurting bad as fuck.

Damn, I need to (mumbles).

- Wake the fuck up!

- What's up, Black?

- Why you two motherfuckers ain't outside?

- I had to booboo,

my stomach was hurting and I had to booboo.

- Where the fuck Jaw at?

- Chinese?

- He went to get some Chinese food,

bro said he was hungry, so he had to go-

- So you mean to tell me y'all don't know

if the mailman came or not?

- Box?

- Man you two motherfuckers go get my box.

- Let's go bro.

My stomach, shit it hurt bro, I ain't gonna lie.

- Get that box!

(boots clicking)

what the fuck, hey!

Get some incense, the fuck!

What the fuck was he eating?

Mm hm.

- Damn, I have to pee real quick, watch out, I gotta pee.

(Black mumbles)

Goddamn, who was in here?

You a goddamn liar. Big boo'd ass nigga.

♪ I don't wear tight jeans, I don't do the jerk

- Hey, mailman?

Hey, mailman!

- What do y'all want?

- We ain't got no box?

- A box?

- Package.

- Yeah. Package, our box where it's at?

- Man, look y'all ain't got no package bro.

- We sent it to the addie next door.

- Bro, look, you ain't got no package,

nobody on this whole block got a package.

- Let me see your bag.

- Give me my bag!

- We'll see now (mumbles).

Where your truck at, let's go to your truck right now.

- My truck is down there.

- Let's go to your truck, (indistinct).

- Hey what do we have here?

- What is you Ezekiel Elliot looking ass nigga is?

- That my boss, man.

- Yeah, his boss.

- We're just leaving.

(man mumbling)

- Ain't no hanging with friends

or fraternizing on the job.

- They ain't even my friends!

- This shit look phat.

- That shit, it look phat,

you gotta hit that raw, raw digging,

you know what the fuck going on?

You gotta know what the fuck is going on.

- That's what you look like you got (mumbles).

- Yeah (laughs).

- Where the fuck my shit at?

- Man that nigga said he ain't had nothing bro.

- What?

- I had to make that boy go back to the truck and all,

run down, that pussy ain't got nothing else.

- What the fuck is that?

- That's some shit (mumbles) bro.

- Uptight.

- Let me see it.

Give me this. This is my motherfucking iPad.

- What?

- Since you two motherfuckers can't do nothing right,

y'all going to find my motherfucking box.

And get the fuck out the way.

(Black mumbles)

- Shit, bro.

- Damn, bro. You're just gonna let a nigga

take your iPad and walk out like that?

Shit, if it was me,

I would have found that pussy ass nigga for real.

Hey, look, I don't want no action,

but I ain't ducking no action.

You need to go check that nigga, bro.

Go check that nigga One Word.

(upbeat music)

- Well you better hold that shit still

out here though all that time.

- You right, let's pray.

- Oh man, is that Cookie?

- Oh shit man, that is Cookie Man ass.

- What's up, Greg, what's up Winston?

- What's up, Cookie Man, what you doing out here?

- No, nigga, the question is

what y'all doing out here in the dark, nigga?

- We chilling and smoking.

- We're working right now.

- Nigga, I don't see the weed.

- We ran out.

We're coming up with a plan right now.

- [Greg And Cookie] Thinking of a master plan.

Ain't nothing but sweat inside my -

- Hey, man, y'all finish?

- Hey man.

- What you doing out here, for real?

- What y'all niggas need to do is take y'all ass

over there to that damn pole on the riverside.

But y'all niggas look gay as hell.

That's a lot of gay down little

motherfuckers over there.

- Come on, Cookie, ain't nobody on that gay shit, for real.

- How about giving me a dollar?

- A dollar, what the fuck you about to do

with a dollar, Cookie Man?

- Nigga I'm finna combine all the dollars I got all day.

- Here, man, here.

- I appreciate that man.

And tell your boy, stop bagging slowly and shit.

And motherfucking-

- Get (indistinct) before I beat your ass, man.

Nigga tripping.

All right. Go nigga, go.

(door opens)

- Yeah mom, that's him

the mailman I was talking about right there.

- [Mother] Oh yeah, let's go.

Fucking with my babies.

Excuse me.

- Are you talking to me?

- Come on man, we gotta go, man.

- I heard you was out here cursing my son,

what the fuck is wrong with you?

- Ma'am, what? He told you what?

- You was-

- Your little son, he doesn't even go to school,

he be at home when I be delivering the mail.

He be skipping. - We gotta go, man.

- Bro, you're crazy.

- Nigga, what?

Nigga fuck you.

- No, fuck all that,

you don't talk to him like that

see that's the shit I be talking about

you ain't his motherfucking dad.

- Madam listen, ain't you his momma,

you don't know who his daddy is?

- I know who the fuck his motherfucking daddy is,

but y'all ain't helped me raise my fucking child,

don't you try me like that.

- [Boy] Ma, I told you.

- [Mother] Fuck all that.

- Let me tell you, ma'am.

- What?

- Your son bad as shit, you feel me?

- You wanna talk to a motherfucking child like that

but y'all won't talk to a real man like that,

I'm gonna give my motherfucking brother

to whoop y'all motherfucking ass, little bitch ass.

- (indistinct) with a motherfucking brother?

- What, (indistinct), yeah you a bitch and you a bitch.

Bitch ass boys, fuck wrong with you?

- I ain't no bitch.

- You are a bitch.

- You cherry blossom smelling ass.

- Let's go, fuck wrong with you.

You are a bitch.

- [Winston] I ain't no bitch.

- You a bitch.

- [Greg] Cheater sister looking ass.

- Yeah, fuck you.

- Is that bitch Brandy?

- Hell yeah, why what's up, y'all beefing?

- I'm about to beat that bitch ass.

You know she did my tests last year

and that bitch stole my shit.

- Bitch, what the hell we waiting on, shit let's go.

- Bitch you thought I wasn't gonna find you?

- Nobody scared of you, whore I told you,

that you need to piss off cause y'all get shit bite.

Broke ass whores. - Man, fuck all that talk.

You should beat her ass.

- [Lady] Beat her ass, Keyshia.

Beat her ass Keyshia.

- Beat her ass, Keyshia.

- Go ahead, now.

(suspenseful music)

- So what are we gonna tell Uncle Wayne?

- Oh God, bro.

You think he gonna kill us over some weed?

What y'all think?

- Thug.

- Well, we done bro, we done.

- Man, that nigga don't even live in town, for real.

- Bro, we're gonna have to move.

I'm moving to Arkansas.

Cause ain't no nigga looking for no nigga in Arkansas.

None.

- Calm the fuck down.

- I'm just saying.

- I'm not gonna tell uncle shit.

Imma just tell him that,

if it was the police,

they would've been came to kick this bitch in.

- For real. That's a real shit.

So what you think happening then?

- Somebody stealing my shit.

I'm going to go down there

and I'm going to find out what the fuck going on.

- Okay. Let me know.

Cause I let off in that bitch for real, you about that.

- (mumbles) down, bro. You be acting crazy, sit down, bro.

- Imma chill.

- Speaking of the fucking devil.

Fuck, man.

(upbeat music)

- (indistinct) the book.

Hey, what do you guys want?

You know it's federal crime to hurt a postal employee.

- Boy get the fuck out of my way.

- Hey, stay behind me. I got your back.

- Nigga please, I got my own damn back,

I'm from RDs.

Gentlemen, how may I help you?

- Man you can help me.

Look. I ordered a package,

and that poor ass post office ain't send me my shit yet.

What's going on?

- Hey buddy.

You're going to have to come back tomorrow. We're closed.

- What?

- Jesus, he got a gun.

- Man shut your scary ass up,

this ain't nothing but my motherfucking phone.

- Dave. Get your shit together.

- Scared ass.

Look. I ordered a package that ain't got here yet.

I ordered another package, that shit ain't got here yet.

Ain't that right, One Word?

- Yeah.

- Look, if it says delivered,

that means it came.

Do you have anybody else that collect your mail?

- Don't nobody else stay with us, my nigga.

You know what the fuck going on?

We've been there all day everyday.

We ain't get shit, ain't that right, One Word?

- Nothing.

- Okay. I'll look into it tomorrow.

But like he said, we are closed right now.

- Man, fuck all that.

Y'all going to handle this shit right now.

- Well who the fuck did you get loud with?

- Hey, don't make amends , don't make amends.

- Boy, shut up.

- Don't worry about him now, we will come back tomorrow.

- But?

- Man, we'll come back tomorrow.

- Mm hm.

- Hey.

- Like I said we'll handle it tomorrow.

- What's your address?

- 230, 11th street.

- Okay. Come back tomorrow.

Come on One Word, let's go.

- Bye.

- Hey you know whose route that is.

- Who, Winston?

- Damn right, it's Winston.

- (exhales) Yeah. Something not right.

I'll look into it tomorrow.

- Hey, this is the shit I've been talking about,

we need to find his ass.

- Dave, goodnight.

I got to go get my camp kids,

and I got my food on the crock pot.

I will talk to you about it tomorrow. Goodnight.

- I got my food on crock pot. I got to get my kids, bye.

Miss Piggy looking ass.

(upbeat music)

- [Greg] Oh, let's give it a taste.

- [Tammy] Yeah. - [Greg] Make sure they bomb.

- Shit, I'm hungry too. - Mm hm.

(Greg mumbles)

- We should label it.

- Label?

- Yeah.

- Like Mary Jane.

- Like Mary Gangster.

- Yeah.

- Y'all chill, y'all taking this shit too far.

- Let a nigga dream, man (mumbles).

- But it's just weed.

- No, it's more than it, bro, oh.

(Tammy laughs) Bakerz Union.

- Bakerz Union?

(Tammy laughs)

- Bakerz Union man.

Look, we bake the goods, and we united.

- Oh shit, bro. (Tammy laughs)

- The Bakerz Union.

(Winston and Tammy laugh)

- Y'all crazy.

- (indistinct) the bar. - No, y'all crazy.

- (indistinct) the bar.

(Tammy and Winston laugh)

Y'all mean.

(Winston laughs) (upbeat music)

- Hey mailman, what's your name?

- Winston.

- Winston, yeah.

You're Greg homeboy, right?

- Why?

- Quit acting so scared, I'm just asking.

Cause my homegirl said y'all got some edibles.

- Yeah, we got some baked goods, what's up?

Okay, bet, what time you get off?

- About five.

- All right, come back then.

Me and my cousin trying to get some.

- All right, bet. Say less.

- All right, let me get your number.

- All right.

904. - Mm hm.

- 608. - Mm hm.

- 7878.

- All right. I got you.

- All right. Bet.

Damn.

- What's up. How you doing?

- Hey.

- You all right? Here you go, enjoy.

- Thank you.

- All right, ma'am.

(woman laughs)

- See, so how is plan B going?

- Man, I been looking , I ain't gonna lie,

but you know how niggas be.

- Yeah, we got do this shit right this time,

we can't be running out. You know what I'm saying?

Last time we were going to mess up our clientele.

You know what I'm saying?

- We was gonna ruin that clientele.

- Man shut your ass up.

- No, for real though,

you think he's (mumbles)?

But for real though, I'm on it.

Hey, and I found a place.

I'm moving in Wednesday.

- [Winston] Okay. I ain't helping though.

♪ Had to hit a nigga up

♪ Cause he know I'm about that action

♪ Got them stacks on deck

♪ And we all (indistinct) going hard in the pent

(doorbell rings)

- Good afternoon, Winston.

What's up Diana? I'm here for the package.

- I know what you here for.

Wait right here.

- All Right.

- Why you never speak, Winston?

- I do speak, I speak.

- I'm here for the package. That's not speaking.

- Imma do better. Imma do it better.

- Yeah, okay. - All right.

Just do it. Just do it, Winston.

- Say what?

- Hey Diana.

I was wondering if I can, you know what I'm saying,

get to know you a little bit more, but,

outside the office.

- Are you asking me out on a date Winston?

- I mean, something like that.

You know? So I'm gonna take you to dinner or whatever.

- What you doing Saturday?

- I guess I'm having dinner.

- There it is. Let me get your phone number.

(cars speeding off)

- Call me so I can save it.

- All right, bet.

(upbeat hiphop music)

♪ when I did a nigga you ain't see no fucking dime

♪ Book me for free nigga, yeah right

- There's a strange man over at Winston's car.

- I'll go talk to him.

I'll go talk to him, damn.

- Oh.

(suspenseful music)

- Hello.

How can I help you?

- I'm waiting for my brother get off. He work here.

- Oh, who is your brother?

- Winston. You know him?

- (laughs) Do I? He's one of my best mailmen,

but he never told me he had a big, strong, brother.

- Well, I just got home.

- Hm, Military?

- (laughs) Nah, penitentiary.

(Tasha grunts)

- Big, strong and dangerous man.

I like a thug.

- Oh you do, huh? - Yes, sir.

- Y'all hiring up in this motherfucker, what's up?

- We will be soon.

- Shit. Let me get your number.

- Okay.

- What the hell are you doing?

Who told you to come up here,

why are you in my job and shit?

Hollering at whores and shit.

- Nigga, you're a hater.

Get your ass in the in the car.

- I'm for real, get your big ass in the car.

Who told you to come up here anyway,

he ain't for the (mumbles).

- [Joe] Yeah.

- Mama knows you up here?

Come on bro, how you at my job and shit,

hollering at my boss and shit, that my manager.

- Nigga I was picking your ass.

- What you doing up here?

(Joe exhales)

Did mama said you can come up here? No.

I ain't even say you can come up here.

You just get out of jail and just go crazy.

What's wrong with you? Come on bro.

- Nigga, she got a place,

she got a job, and she got a pussy.

This what a nigga need.

And she fine at (mumbles), all right.

- She big, she got a mango. That ain't no pussy.

You gonna catch some.

- Man, you a hater nigga.

- You just hitting anything when you get out of jail,

niggas hit anything when they get out of jail.

- Nigga, shut your ass up.

- You're going to start

hitting me like that for real, nigga.

- Seat belt.

♪ Get my money from the streets

♪ And I'm so icy

♪ And it all (indistinct) dope

(door knocking)

- Who that?

- [Lady] It's me.

- What's up, girl.

- What's up?

You ain't got no loud?

- Hell no, I'm fucked up, man.

- Damn, you been on E for a minute.

- Yeah. There's some strange ass

shit going on around it too.

- Speaking of strange shit.

I still ain't get no service this house.

Can we take this conversation outside?

- You complaining ass, come on man.

- (laughs) Come on.

(door opens)

- Crazy ass shit going on, man.

(chair thuds)

- Okay, now what you was saying about your pack?

- It been some crazy ass shit going on around here, man.

For real, matter of fact,

if you know anybody with some loud out of the ordinary,

let me know, for real.

- Cuz, that's hard.

Everybody sell weed.

The bitch who do my lashes, the chiropractor,

your mama, shit, even the mailman.

- [Black] The mailman?

- Yeah, our mailman.

- How the fuck you know the mailman sell weed?

- What you mean?

Like, what was it a week or two ago?

He tried to sell me some, and then

him and his homeboy, they make edibles.

I think they call that shit Bakerz Union or something.

- What's his dawg name?

- I don't know. I got his Instagram.

- Let me see that bitch, man. Let me see.

Green ass niggas man.

- This one.

- This one?

Green ass nigga man.

All right. That's a bet.

That's a bet.

For real. - Okay.

Am I missing something? You think he got your bag?

- I don't know, but when I put two and two together

I'm gonna let you know though. For real.

- (exhales) All right, cuz.

- Fucking mailman.

(soft hiphop music)

Hey, get y'all ass over here right now!

Fuck!

(fast hiphop music)

- I always feel like.

- [Winston And Marvin ] Somebody's watching me.

- I play I know I can't sleep on this dope, hey.

I think, then the niggas had to get me man.

- I ain't never had nothing in my whole life.

I'm from the ghetto grew up.

- [Winston And Marvin] All hands already.

(Winston laugh)

- That's all I know.

- That's all I know, too.

(Marvin laughs)

Man, you crazy.

- What's up with your girl Diana boy?

The one with the big old fat ass.

- What do you mean what's up with her,

I'm taking her out Saturday. You feel me?

- Saturday. - Yeah.

- Saturday. Bro what's up with your girl Angie?

- What about Angie, she doing her thing.

I'm doing mine, don't think I ain't doing me.

- Because she crazy as fuck.

She gonna beat you and Diana's ass.

- Man you crazy,

you don't think she's gonna beat these nuts, you feel me?

- And when she do that how you gonna breathe, bro?

- What you trying to say?

- You know she crazy as fuck.

- I got big balls.

- Gone. - You feel me?

- Gone.

- Hey, whatever, bro.

(Marvin laughs)

How that chic, you got,

there's a chic with bottoms up though.

- Ooh, listen, listen.

- Yeah I'm hearing.

- You get that. Listen.

So I'm at the chic's house, right?

- [Winston] Mm hm.

- Chill. First off,

kids are there.

Kids is up bro, and they everywhere.

Everywhere bro, everywhere.

- [Winston] That's why you had to call, based-

- She ain't talk.

You think she would've told me? No.

- You're right.

- So once we get them to sleep, you know what I mean?

We try and get them to sleep.

I'm about to bounce bro.

Telling myself, said, "Self?"

My self said, "Yeah."

I said, "Self, chill."

- Yeah. You gotta tell yourself sometimes.

- Yeah and my self said, "All right, know what I mean,

(Winston laughs)

I'm about to climb this mountain, boy.

Mountain's and (mumbles),

Imma put a flag up, that's gonna be mine, know what I mean?

- Yes sir.

- I'm gonna (mumbles), you know what I mean?

So once she get the kids-

- Did you step on it?

- She get the kids to sleep.

You already know (laughs).

She own your boy.

- [Winston] I knew it.

- She at me, pow, you know me.

- [Winston] Yeah.

- Back it off top, I ain't even stroking.

Back, back, back.

(Winston laughs)

What's behind door number one though?

- What's that?

- Fucking paraplegic baby daddy.

- Oh, look at this picture on,

got on Facebook live.

I'm about to take care of you. You're cheating bitch.

- Oh my God. What is you doing here?

- No bitch, I caught you cheating.

Fuck that, uh uh, you got to go.

- Get that camera off my face.

- No, fuck that, bitch.

You sent me to, who is this guy you with?

- [Lady] Don't worry about it, get out, get out this house.

- Oh, you got to pick me up

and get me up out this place today.

- The door swings open,

wheelchair, motorized, phone, me, smashing.

(Marvin laughs) - Oh, hold on, hold on.

There is a nigga on my route,

in a wheelchair, in a motorized chair,

he be, back, back.

- That's him.

- For real?

- That's where I got it from.

(Winston and Marvin laughing)

So I'm trying to peel, right?

You know what I mean?

I'm sitting, uh, uh.

Peel off, I can't even, I can't even do it.

You know what I mean? I'm out, slide.

She hit me.

With that apology, I'm sorry shit,

you know what I mean,

"I didn't know the kids were gonna be here."

"I ain't know he was gonna pass by here."

You know all that bullshit.

- Yeah, yeah, she knew.

- Yeah, she knew.

- Yeah.

- But I beat it. - You beat it.

- Yeah. - At the end of the day.

- Smashed. (Winston laughs)

( Winston and Marvin bark)

But I took her to the telly,

you know I'm not fucking with that creep shit no more.

Won't get me yet.

No no. No, no.

Hey, that's what it's about.

Know what I mean?

(loud hiphop music)

- Let's just go right there.

- That little motherfucker got some nuts on him.

Stealing from us.

- That nigga ain't got no balls.

He done lost his motherfucking mind. That's what he did.

- Stupid ass, green ass nigga.

He don't know no fucking bag,

he gonna get himself killed over a nigga weed, little shit.

- Stupid as fuck.

- One Word?

- What?

- Nigga you just said stupid as fuck.

- Yeah.

- Yeah nigga, you just said it's stupid as fuck.

- What?

- One Word said three words, man he said stupid as fuck.

- You're sure?

- Hell yeah, I heard him with my two eardrums.

- [One Word And Black] No.

- He finna start moving. Let's go.

(car starts)

- Hey, boss is inside.

- Bro, why you wait till nigh time to move anyway?

- Nigga you get off at 5:36 at night.

- So what, you're gonna wait till I get off?

- I said I needed help. And you said you'll help me.

So boom, here we go.

What the hell I can get off morning-

- I'm saying bro, you have all day to move, all day.

You had to wait till I get off to start moving shit?

- Do you think I just be at home just

swindling my toes and shit,

nigga I be busting plans when I be at the crib.

- [Winston] No you don't.

- [Black] There go that nigga that be with him

that Ashley showed me from Instagram.

- [Jaw] What's the nigga's name?

- I don't know.

But now we know what the he look like though.

- Well, what we waiting on?

Why don't we just go get the niggas right now?

- There's too many neighbors and shit outside.

We need to catch them somewhere by themselves and shit.

- I got an idea.

- Hell yeah.

- Let's go, man.

(car starts)

(air whooshing)

(Joe exhales)

- So about this job,

you think you can put a nigga on even with my record?

- Let me worry about that, baby.

How this feel?

- It feels good.

Is this how you gonna treat a nigga every day?

- If you keep laying that pipe everyday.

- (exhales) you think you can handle this everyday?

- I know I can.

- Ew!

(Winston burps)

what the hell are y'all doing?

Y'all finna make a nigga sick.

Do mama know you're using her good strawberries?

Does she know that, Joe?

Where the hell my momma at?

- Man she at some dentists or shit with her friends.

- Why don't y'all take y'all ass

in the room that you stole from me?

(Joe exhales furiously)

- You just got out. I know why you here.

But you come to work everyday.

Why do you still live with your mama?

- Why are you here?

- Oh.

- You're nasty.

- Come on baby. Let's go to my house.

- That's what y'all should have did in the first place.

Take y'all nasty ass out of my damn room.

♪ I don't wear tight jeans I don't do the jerk

Man, where the tape at?

- Nigga I don't know where.

- I'm helping Greg move.

- See you at work tomorrow, Winston.

- Ugh, burp!

♪ I don't wear tight jeans, I don't do the jerk

♪ But I do set it up, running with the works

♪ I don't wear tight jeans, I don't the jerk

- Ashley.

I need a favor.

- Man, how that girl friend look?

- I don't know,

but that girl Ashley that's on my route,

thick as fuck.

She wanted to buy some brownies from me earlier today.

But she says she don't know you like that.

But her friend,

she told me her friend saw you on Instagram

and said you look kind of cute and shit.

- For real? - [Winston] Yeah.

- Bro, she better look good,

bruh you know I don't do them ratchet girls no more.

I got this apartment, and I don't do no damn

ratchet girls don't get this me no more.

- Greg, shut your ass up, man.

You know damn well if she was ugly with a fat ass,

you gonna still smash anyway.

- Yeah, you right.

If that ass fat, I'm hitting it from the back.

If that shit look right, I'm laying this pipe.

If that shit stack, I'm putting it on her back.

If that shit-

- Hey, I get it.

(mellow music).

Come on man. Focus bro. We close.

(tense music)

(door closes)

- Get the fuck in the car.

Get your fucking ass in the car right now.

- Come on bro. - Get in the car.

(Winston mumbling)

(suspenseful music)

(Joe exhales and mumbles)

(paper rustling)

- Hm.

(phone rings)

(Joe clears throat continuously)

what could be the odds today!

Hello?

- Joe, have you seen Winston?

- No. ain't he at work?

- No. I've been calling him all morning

and the phone just keeps ringing and ringing.

That's just not like him.

- Shit. Maybe something happened with his car.

Let me make a few calls. I'll call you back.

- Okay.

(tense music)

- What, you got $3,000?

- Man you know I ain't got no $3,000,

I just moved, now (mumbles) moved.

- (exhales) I got half, but I got to go to the ATM,

and the ATM only allows me get $200 out a day.

- 200 a, what type of bull leg ass bank you got,

that let you get 200 a day?

- Man fuck you. I set my up that way so I can save.

- Listen, motherfucker, talking about save.

Nigga we go to go to the ATM six times so we get,

we're gonna be here a whole week.

- It's 15 times, dumb ass boy.

- Same shit, 15, six.

- Whatever, man.

I got to convince him to let me go to the bank.

Cause I got a date tonight, shit, man.

- Talk about a fucking,

we're about to perish, you talking about a date?

- Perish?

- We're gonna perish in this motherfucker.

- We about to perish? Oh my God. We're about to die.

- Stop being a bitch, man.

- You just said we're about to perish.

- Yes, nigga, we gonna perish,

we gotta go to the fucking ATM 15 times.

(Winston mumbling)

(upbeat music)

(door knocking)

- Hey Tammy, what's going on?

- I'm okay, mama. You seen Greg?

I been calling him all day. He's not answering the phone.

- You know he moved on the West Side.

- Right, Melissa court?

- Mm hm.

- Okay. Thank you.

- All right, baby.

- All right.

- All right Angie. Let me know if you hear anything.

- Joe, you seen Greg?

- Shit, was about to ask have you seen Winston?

- Damn, Winston missing too?

- Man ain't heard from him, ain't nobody seen him,

and he ain't shown up for work.

- Bro, I know something ain't right.

Now Greg do look dumb as shit like this.

But you know Winston don't even rock like that.

- I got to find out what's going on

Imma kill Greg if he got my brother in his shit.

- Fuck man I hope them boys don't get jammed up.

- Jammed?

- You called the jail house?

- Jail? What the fuck must he be locked up for?

- Bakerz Union.

- What the fuck is Bakerz Union?

- Nevermind. I'll just keep trying to call Greg.

- I asked you a motherfucking question,

what the fuck is Bakerz Union?

- Bro, chill. That's what I was trying to call Greg back.

They was, you know, getting weed brownies,

I was baking them and we called it Bakerz Union.

- Some weed brownie shit?

- Yes.

- Man that bitch ass nigga, let's go to Greg house.

I'll call the JSO.

- Man, come on.

(chest shudders)

- All I see, I'd kill a nigga.

- [Greg] I was just wondering if-

- Nigga what, spit it on.

- I was wondering if maybe I can get a wing?

You ain't got to give me a whole, just the wing part of it.

Or the leg.

- This nigga really just asked you for a wing.

- He interrupted our session.

- Nigga, you gotta be fucking shitting me man,

we just gave your little fat ass a sandwich.

(man mumbles)

- Yeah I greatly appreciate it, my Stomach's still grunting.

- Fuck your hunger!

I should stab both of y'all asses.

I'm feeling firm ish. I ain't eaten, y'all took my shit!

I should kill both of you bitches.

So be grateful and eat your fucking sandwich.

(Greg mumbles).

Shut the fuck up!

- Eat!

- We done called everybody.

He ain't locked up. He ain't in the hospital.

Is there anything else?

- Bro. It might be something else.

- [Joe] What is it?

- Well I think Winston might have

stolen some weed from a nigga on his route.

- What you mean you think, stop playing Tammy.

- (exhales) All right. He stole the pack from a nigga.

- What the fuck is wrong with y'all?

- I ain't do nothing.

- A nigga would kill you for a gram.

You think they're going to let y'all walk around

and clean y'all robbed due? Huh?

You know the unions let us shoot the shit up.

I gotta find who these niggas is.

(Joe exhales)

Oh these niggas dumb.

- Yeah.

- Tasha, I think Winston got

into it with some niggas on his route.

I need to know what neighborhood he do it,

and all the info that you can give me.

I need the address like yesterday.

Don't worry (exhales).

Drive!

- Man.

Yeah.

- You guys some dumb ass niggas.

- Let's go do the thing, man, (mumbles).

- Shut the fuck up, we'll go when I feel like it.

- You're right. (door knocking)

- Hell! - Shut the fuck up.

One Word, put they ass in the closet.

Come on, Black, not that tight ass closet again.

- No, no no.

(Greg mumbles)

(table falls down)

(Winston falls down)

- Cause you know a nigga laid up in this bitch like what.

What's up, what the fuck you want bro?

- Let me get one.

- Man hold on,

how y'all coming over here with that bullshit?

- What y'all got going on in there?

- Man, back your ass up man, before a nigga shoot your ass.

- [Cookie Man] Y'all saying bullshit?

- No, man, what the fuck you want?

- All right then, all right.

Well I'm all right. I'm gone.

- Bye then, nigga.

Get the hell on nigga,

main ain't nobody got no goddamn Cookie Man dirty ass.

(door closes)

(Cookie Man exhales)

- Damn, Cookie Man.

- So what's the plan?

- I ain't see Greg or Winston.

But, Black in there, but he with three other niggas,

and they was acting funny though.

Oh, and there's some tape on the table.

- [Tammy] Hey, good looking art, Cookie Man (mumbles).

- All right now, where my money (breathes heavily)?

All right, nice doing business with y'all.

- Joe, what we gonna do now?

- I'm gonna call my dawg and we wait,

somebody will come out of the house.

- Hm.

- Especially Black.

(Joe exhales)

Hey, meet me on Carter's F,

and bring Red with you.

Yeah.

- Let's go.

♪ Fuck wrong or right you're on or you're off

- Man, it's getting late, man.

They ain't gonna let us go nowhere.

- Even if they do,

once they find out we ain't got that three grand,

they will kill us.

- I can't believe I let you get me in this shit, man.

I got a date tonight.

- Fuck your date.

That's all you've been talking about

since we been here is this bitch.

I got a daughter, nigga, your God daughter.

You're talking about a motherfucking date nigga,

we're about to die and you talking about,

man fuck your date.

- You right bro, you're right. Fuck.

(soft music)

I got to get outside of here, man.

Let me think of something fast.

- Yeah babe, I'm gonna be there

as soon as I'm done doing what I'm doing.

- Hold up black man.

- Fuck man, what the fuck?

- Me and you ain't never had no beef but

you fucking with my family.

(soft hiphop music)

(door knocking)

- Sit the fuck down.

- What?

- Make another move- - Yeah.

- (mumbles) your ass up, bro.

You too, nigga.

I ain't gonna blast.

- Man. Joe, who the fuck is your family?

- Your mailman, that's my motherfucking brother.

- I ain't know that was your brother, but he stole my shit.

You know how this go.

- Yeah, I know how it go, he a dumb ass but,

he ain't no street nigga, Black.

- He put himself in some street shit,

he owe a debt, you going to pay his debt?

- Don't worry about that shit nigga I got that,

where my motherfucking brother at?

- Man, I don't want to hear on the streets

he took my either, man.

- Nigga don't worry about that shit, I got that shit.

Now go get my motherfucking brother.

- Fuck.

(man laughing)

- Hey hey, whoa, y'all chill the fuck out, man.

Chill out, chill out.

- Y'all good, y'all good.

- Y'all let them go.

- We all good.

- Winston! - Chill out.

- Where the fuck my brother at?

- Hey, chill out.

One Word, bring them boys from the back.

- You tell these boys we don't like it.

- Chill out, man they good.

- All right (laughs).

- They good. (man laughs)

(door closes)

- Joe! I didn't.

- Hey Joe.

- [Black] Cut them loose, One Word.

- Thank you so much, Black,

I just want to say thank you so much.

You've just been the very-

- Me first.

- Come on, man. Thank you so much.

And thank you for.

- Thank you.

- Joe.

- Y'all lucky your brother-

- Nigga fuck off me.

I'll beat y'all ass when we get home.

- Straight up. Dawg, Y'all don't do that no more.

Y'all not built for this.

You bro, you deliver mail.

Greg you, you get your bitch ass a job.

- You right. I sweat-

- For real.

- Man, get the fuck off of me, man.

- Man get your ass in the car.

(Winston mumbles)

(door opens)

- Man, he gonna need another phone.

- Appreciate it.

- Hey, when did you get out, dude?

- About a month ago.

- Yeah?

Fuck with me bro.

- I got you. - Yeah, for sure.

- As for my baby Diana,

she understood, and we rescheduled.

Yes. I said my baby.

I'm in love already. As for me and Angie, that shit is over.

Poor ass hoe.

Joe finally got his job.

This big ass nigga a janitor at the post office (laughs),

please, please, please don't ask me how.

But as you can see, some things just don't change.

He's still Joe.

Tammy decided to stick to one hustle.

So she started a catering business.

But me and Greg we just needed help for one more thing.

Black and Joe were right.

We're not cut out for that thug shit.

But since Bakerz Union had become so popular,

with Greg's entrepreneur skills and my smart,

we started a Bakerz Union T-shirt line.

Greg finally got this blue check on Instagram.

You can't tell him nothing now.

As you can see, we finally got our money right.

And we gave Black all his money back.

With interest, of course.

So his fat ass could get something to eat (laughs).

Hey Black, I'm just playing, chill. I'm just playing.

♪ Got bottles on the table

♪ Eating good in the hood, throw a hundred to a waitress

♪ Got diggs for you hoes got five for you haters

♪ Got a trap on (indistinct)

♪ Cause do a little cable got a old lady home

♪ Fucking niggas, old neighbors

♪ Got a talent hustling hoe

♪ And again still the ghetto

♪ But them bitches for the pleasure

♪ My lil niggas, money chasers

♪ They connected on the green

♪ They connected on the (indistinct)

♪ Plug on the beach

♪ Fresh I own papers in a two time Louis V

♪ All lame he ain't fake it

♪ They don't do what Simon says

♪ But they do what money says

♪ Them little niggas got the weed

♪ Them lil niggas got the Ye

♪ They don't do what Simon say, but they do what money say

♪ Them lil niggas got the weed, them lil niggas got the ye

- [Man] The realest nigga in the realest magazine

doing real shit, real niggas do real things.

I'm burning 50, we're burning 50, nigga.

I might burn 100. Let's get.

- [Man] Come on.

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