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- [Presenter] 2 Da Max.

(wind whooshing)

(suspenseful music)

(dogs barking)

(suspenseful music)

- Damn, one of these niggas.

(suspenseful music)

- Hey.

You Uber?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

T, right?

(suspenseful music)

? I'm in a rush about mine it's better if I drive ?

? I'm at the top on cloud nine I wonder who I find ?

? I had to stop pretending like you not on my mind ?

? Like I wasn't just with you on the last night ?

What up, bro, how's your day?

- Yeah, it's all right.

- It's gonna be hot outside, you know what I'm saying?

It's a good day.

It's gonna be ass out,

girls with they Daisy Dukes on and all that, you feel me?

Hey, man, you mind if I play some music, man?

Who you fuck with?

- Nah, nigga, but you could drive though.

- All right, man, I got you. I'm gonna play something man,

I don't want it to be too quiet in here.

It start feeling weird, you know what I mean?

? Me myself myself and I ? Family ties find the exit ?

? Pointless conversations got no patience ?

? Guess you guessed it

? Trending topics do not interest me ?

Hey who did your tats, my nigga? They dope.

- This nigga, man, goddamn.

Come on, cuz.

(phone vibrates)

- Trying to make conversation and shit.

- Shit, man, where you at?

Man, I'm in the Uber right now.

All right, bet.

Shit, I'm gonna be there in, nigga, gimme like 10.

All right, bet.

? But you know where I'm at

? Mirror mirror on the wall

? Who the one that don't lack

- What, you finna go grocery shopping or something?

Destination says it's the supermarket over on 83rd.

- I ain't with the chit chat, nigga,

just drive the car, nigga.

Fuck.

- All right.

Don't wanna talk.

Yeah, I hear you, you got a dope personality.

- Matter of fact, pull over right here, bro.

- I got 27 minutes to your destination.

- Nah, nah, nah, fuck all that.

Nigga, pull over.

- Bro, I'll be quiet,

I ain't gonna talk your head off, I got you, man,

I'm gonna be quiet. - I'm not fucking playing

with you my nigga, pull the fucking car over.

- All right, my nigga, chill out, bro, relax.

- [Kevin] Fuck wrong with you, nigga?

- All right, homie.

Damn.

- Fucking playing with you?

Out this bitch-ass car, nigga.

- Hey, what the fuck is you doing, bro?

You better gimme five stars, bro,

you the one that hopped out.

(tense music)

Weird-ass nigga.

Thanks for driving, man.

(tense music)

Fuck.

Damn.

Shit, let me call this nigga, man.

(tense music)

(line ringing)

- [Tiffany] Hello?

- Oh, hey I was expecting to speak to T,

being that he just left my truck,

he left a package behind in my backseat.

- [Tiffany] What are you talking about?

I didn't just leave your truck.

- According to my app,

the passenger that just left my truck was T,

and he left a package behind.

- [Tiffany] Nigga, I don't know who the fuck this is

but you better stop playing on my phone.

(line beeps) - Hello?

What the fuck?

Hello?

The fuck is wrong with her?

(tense music)

What the fuck is this?

Nah, fuck that, keep that shit closed.

I don't wanna get wrapped up in none of that bullshit.

Not today, man.

(tense music)

I'm calling this nigga back.

(tense music)

(line ringing)

- [Tiffany] Hello? - Hey yo, it's me again.

Don't hang up though, hold up.

- [Tiffany] Nigga, what the fuck?

- I know, I know.

I'm just trying to do the right thing

and give T back his package, all right?

He just ran out my truck and left this behind.

Could you just call him or-

- [Tiffany] The nigga you drove in your car name is not T,

his name is K-Nut.

Get the fuck off my phone.

(line beeps) - Hello?

Fuck, man.

Fuck is wrong with this bitch, man?

Fuck that shit.

? Nigga stop being weird

? This ain't overnight

? Man this shit took me years

? We not the same I ain't nothing like my peers ?

? Gold tooth shining when that check finally clear ?

? Ah

? You gonna stop being weird

? You hugged up with the thought of the year ?

? LA my home

? Prada my gear

? Don't touch my cologne

? Bitch leave me alone

(door knocks)

- Who are you?

- The nigga you keep hanging up on.

- Nigga, are you serious?

You came to my fucking house?

- I'm just trying to return this package back

to the nigga that left it in my truck.

He called me from, I guess it's your phone number,

and I don't know the nigga

so I'm gonna give you the package,

you give it to him, and I can dip.

- Fuck no, you ain't leaving that shit here with me.

- Why not?

I don't have no other way of giving it to him

since you didn't gimme his number over the phone.

- Bro, you got me fucked up

if you think I'm finna get involved

in whatever shit y'all got going on.

- I don't got shit going on with the nigga or this bag.

I don't know the nigga but you do

so take this shit so I can leave.

- No, hell no.

- Why the fuck not?

- Because I'm not.

- Here, take this shit.

- Nah, take that shit.

- Look, give this shit back to him next time you see him.

- I'm never seeing him again.

- Look, baby, I don't know what your issue is but-

- I ain't your baby.

- All right, whatever.

I'm not taking this package. Do what you want with it.

Give it to him, keep it, throw it away, I don't care.

I'm not gonna be responsible for your nigga shit.

Here.

- K-Nut ain't my man.

- Whoever the nigga is to you,

I don't know him but you do.

It don't make sense for me to have this shit.

Why can't you just give it to him?

- 'Cause I don't fuck with him.

- I just picked this nigga up from your house.

- You know what?

You want his number so damn bad,

just get your big goofy off my porch.

Here, I'm tired of this shit.

Dumb-ass.

There, that's Kevin's number, you hit him about this

'cause I ain't fucking with none of this.

Mark-ass nigga.

(door thuds)

- Fuck.

(tense music)

Imma call this nigga, man.

(tense music)

(line rings)

- [Brandon] Yo.

- Hey, yo Kevin, man, I mean K-Nut.

You left your bag in the back of my truck when you ran out.

I tried to give it to T, man, but she wasn't-

- [Brandon] You and this K-Nut think y'all slick.

- What, hello?

Who's this?

- [Brandon] Man, you got until tonight

to gimme my shit back-

- Is this K-Nut?

- [Brandon] Nigga, you got till tonight

to bring me my shit back or you gonna be dead too.

- Dead too?

Whoa, whoa, hold up, what the fuck, bro?

Hey, you got it all wrong, homie, I don't know K-Nut, man.

I'm an Uber driver, I picked him up about an hour ago.

- [Brandon] Bring me my shit tonight

or you and his little pretty- ass bitch ain't going make-

- Fam, you not understanding what I'm saying.

I don't know the nigga, bruh.

I drive Uber, man.

- [Brandon] Wait for my text.

(line beeps) - Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

The fuck, man?

How did I get involved in this dumb shit?

(door bangs)

Hey, what the fuck? - Get the fuck away from me.

- Hey, calm the fuck down, all right?

- Walk away right now.

- Hey, I ain't trying to hurt you,

but the nigga on the other end of that number you gave me

don't seem to be K-Nut.

I think he caught up the K-Nut

and somehow he think I'm with the nigga too.

- Well, that ain't got shit to do with me

so get fuck the on.

- He told me if I don't giving him this bag

in the next two hours, he killing me and you.

- What the fuck?

- So I take your name T?

Look, the nigga know you involved

and somehow he think I'm with y'all.

- Nigga, ain't no, "Y'all."

- Well, the nigga on the phone thinks so.

K-Nut called my Uber from your phone.

I picked him up from outside your house.

He was with you before he got in my truck,

and somehow this nigga on the phone knows it.

- Fuck.

- He told me to wait for his text.

And I ain't trying to be in my truck like a sitting duck

so can I come in?

- Nigga, I ain't letting you in my house.

- Look, I ain't-

- I don't know you.

- I don't know you either or K-Nut

or the nigga on the phone.

But apparently me and you dying tonight

if I don't get this bag to him.

So it's probably in your best interests

to let me in the house so we can figure this out.

(Tiffany sighs)

- Look, you try any fuck shit, and I'm gonna shoot your ass.

- How the fuck I get involved in this shit, man?

(filer scrapping)

- Boo, fuck you looking at?

- Who the fuck is K-Nut to you?

- None of your business.

- The fuck it ain't.

This weird-ass nigga left his pouch in my truck

and he called me from your number. So the way I look at it,

you half the reason why I'm in this shit.

So who the fuck is this nigga?

(Tiffany sighs)

- My ex.

- Your ex, your fucking ex.

And you talking about

you don't know what the fuck is going on?

- I don't. - Explain to me

how the fuck we got death hanging over both our heads

and you don't know what's going on.

- I should've never let that nigga in my house today.

- What's that mean?

What are you talking about?

(Tiffany sighs)

- Kevin came over here a couple of hours ago

trying to get me to keep that package here in my house.

- Why? - I don't know.

- Well, what the fuck do you know?

- I know I didn't wanna know what was in that package.

Look, I stopped fooling with Kevin

'cause of all that shady shit he be into.

He popped up out the blue trying to rekindle some shit,

whole time, he was probably on the run from somebody.

- I don't think he left this in my truck on accident.

- Nah, he not that forgetful.

He probably got in trouble,

figured he'd be safer leaving the package behind

just in case he got caught up or some shit.

- Oh, you put that together pretty fast.

- Nigga, I know how he thinks.

- Oh, you do? Well, think us a way up out this bitch then.

- Maybe if you shut the fuck up, I can.

(Tiffany sighs)

What the nigga on the phone sound like?

- What?

He sound like a nigga.

- Like did he have an accent or something?

- Nah, he sound like he from here, like a random LA nigga.

Why?

- Hmm.

Kevin used to work for this Jamaican dude named Winston.

- So Winston was the nigga on the phone?

- Well, not anymore

'cause you said the nigga didn't have an accent.

- Well, you think it's a nigga

that's working for Winston or something? What?

- Maybe but, nah, that's not likely.

Winston deals with his people direct.

He ain't the type of nigga

to be sending threats through other people.

- That's crazy how you know all this.

The company you keep.

- Look, I'm trying to find a solution

to get us up outta this shit, I don't need your judgment.

- Fuck it, I'm finna open this.

- No, don't do that. I don't wanna know what's in there.

- Why not?

- Nigga, plausible deniability,

- Plausible deniability?

That shit work in court. You think these niggas give a fuck

about the law or the police?

- Look, whose ever bag that is,

I don't even want them to think I know

what the fuck is up in there.

- The nigga threatened both our lives,

he think we know what's in the bag already.

What the fuck?

What type of freaky shit your nigga into?

- He ain't my nigga no more.

- Well, what type of freaky shit your used-to-be-nigga into?

- I don't know.

A little baby bag of panties is weird.

- Yeah, and you his whole ex

acting like you don't know what the fuck this is.

These your draws?

- Nigga, hell no.

- Why is a random-ass key in here?

- Shit.

That ain't no random key.

- It ain't?

(Tiffany sighs)

What's it to? - See, this is exactly why

I stopped fucking with his goofy ass.

- What are you talking about?

- That nigga still dealing with his baby mama.

- Okay, what does that mean?

- This all makes sense now.

- No, it don't, I'm still asking the same question.

What the fuck are you talking about?

(Tiffany sighs)

- Kevin got a panty fetish.

- What?

You saying this hood nigga like to wear panties?

- No, he like to sniff them.

- What the fuck you talking,

what you mean, he like to smell the panties?

- Yeah.

- " Yeah." Why you say it like that like it's normal?

So these panties I can assume being worn

but ain't been washed?

- All them panties bunched up in that little-ass pouch?

They for sure ain't washed.

- Ugh.

- He like his shit airtight.

And them panties is Tarnisha's.

- Tarnisha, that's the baby mama?

- And that key goes to a locker at the gym

that her new nigga Butchy work at.

- How do you know this?

- 'Cause I used to be with the nigga

and I know his cheating ass can't get away

from his baby mama

and clearly she can't stay away from his ass either.

- And Butchy was finna kill me over some panties?

- Butchy ain't no killer.

He was probably just trying to scare you

to bring back the bag.

- All this over some draws?

- For whatever is in the locker that that key goes to.

- Hmm.

- We gotta find out what's in that locker.

- Fuck you mean, "We"? We just a minute ago you was scared

and you didn't want me to bring this bag to you.

- That's before I knew it was over a bitch panties

and that it was Butchy on the phone

threatening your big scary ass.

- First of all, I wasn't scared.

I just don't want to get killed over another nigga bag.

- Please.

All it take is a nigga to threaten you over the phone

and now you up in my house hiding like a little bitch.

- Nah, I'm from LA.

And if a nigga leave a bag like this in your truck

and his ex-girlfriend don't wanna take it from you,

shit, I ain't a genius

but I know when I'm in some street shit or not.

- Like I said, Butchy ain't no killer

so that means we need to find out

what the fuck is in that locker.

- Shit, all of a sudden you wanna be Bonnie and Clyde now.

- Or you could just leave the key and the bag here with me.

- Oh nah, I ain't leaving you shit.

I'm finna go see what's in this locker,

and whatever it is I'm gonna handle it.

- No, we in this together.

Well, lemme go get dressed.

- Dressed for what?

- Nigga, I ain't finna wear this.

I'm finna throw some sweats on,

throw these Crocs in sports mode

in case I got a hop fence or something.

? I'm a West Coast chic

? Fucking with a real bitch

? West Coast shit

? I'm a West Coast chic

? Baby pull up on me banging West Coast shit ?

? Baddest in the Lamb bet your man want this ?

? All new gold

? Fresh new kicks

- You sure this is where the locker at?

- Hell yeah, that's the gym.

- All right, let's go.

- Come on.

(upbeat music)

11, right?

- Yeah. - It's right here.

- Hell yeah.

(suspenseful music)

Oh shit.

Yeah, it got some weight to it.

- Open it, nigga.

(suspenseful music)

- Hell no, too many eyes on us.

Let's open this shit in the truck.

- All right.

(suspenseful music)

- Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh.

Turn y'all motherfucking asses around,

don't take another fucking step.

(tense music)

You thought you could fuck my bitch

and get away with my shit?

- Look, fam, I don't know what you're talking about, bro.

I drive Uber.

- Nigga, shut the fuck up, nigga.

I saw you with that bitch-ass nigga, K-Nut.

- He was my passenger.

- Man, fuck all that shit.

Brandon, quit playing games.

Ain't nobody fucking your bitch but her baby daddy.

This lame scary-ass nigga ain't have shit to do

with nothing they got going on.

- Hold on, what the fuck you mean lame and scary?

Chill with that. And who the fuck is Brandon?

- This nigga real name Brandon.

- Bitch, how you know that's my name?

- 'Cause I went to high school with your sister LaSandra.

We did drill team together at the church.

- Oh, shit, Tiffany?

- Yes, nigga.

- Damn, I ain't seen your ass in a minute

since vacation Bible school.

- Yeah, whatever.

Can you put the gun away?

- Man, who the fuck is this nigga?

- The Uber driver, bro.

- Nigga you really drive Uber?

- That's what I've been trying to tell your ass

over the phone, bro.

- So you ain't fucking Tarnisha, nigga?

- I don't know K-Nut, I don't even know her.

You saw K-Nut run from the back of my truck?

If he was my partner, man,

he would've been in the front passenger seat.

(suspenseful music)

- That make a little sense, nigga.

- Exactly.

- Then why the fuck are y'all here?

Why my bag in your hand, nigga?

Y'all look together to me.

- Where's Kevin?

- Fuck K-Nut. - You got the nigga phone

so obviously you did something to him.

- Yes, I did.

I ran up on him and beat his ass

and I took his fucking phone

'cause I knew your weird ass was gonna call.

- I only called the nigga

to let him know he left his shit in my truck.

I'm the Uber driver, homie.

- What the fuck?

Y'all think I'm stupid?

Y'all fucking my bitch.

I hid my key in the motherfucking panty drawer,

but this panty-sniffing- ass nigga stole my bitch panties

with my key in it.

Oh, you got something to do with it, nigga,

you standing right here with my motherfucking bag, nigga.

- I don't got shit to do with that, bro.

- Nigga.

I had the key wrapped in the thong.

You sniff pennies too, nigga?

- Hell no, bro.

- Nigga, you ain't never smelled no panties?

(whimsical music)

- Not Tarnisha's, homie.

- Look, I told him to come down here and open the locker

once I found out it was you

that was the nigga threatening us on the phone.

- Oh, bitch, you think I'm a nigga you could play with?

- Brandon, I know you ain't gonna do shit.

- Oh.

- That gun probably not even loaded.

- Oh, I got a bullet in it, bitch.

And whichever one of you motherfuckers piss me off first,

that's the motherfucker I'm gonna shoot.

- Hey, look Brandon, man-

- Butchy, nigga.

Say Brandon again, nigga,

I'll shoot you in the fucking head,

you Boston baked bean head-ass nigga.

- All right, my bad, Butchy.

Butchy, homie me my fault.

All right look, you ain't gotta shoot nobody,

especially me, all right?

'Cause you know I ain't got shit to do with K-Nut

or the fucking key.

- Nigga, if you ain't had shit to do with it,

how the fuck you got my bag, nigga?

That mean you had the key, nigga.

- Look fam, you can have the bag.

- Duh, bitch, it's my bag.

- But you gonna have to stop talking about killing niggas.

- Bitch, I don't got to do shit.

Gimme my shit.

Gimme my shit, nigga.

Did you look in it?

- Nah man, we ain't get a chance to.

- Yeah, lucky for you John Coffey-looking-ass nigga.

- Why? What you got up in there?

- Bitch, mind your business.

Y'all lucky I don't fucking shoot y'all.

- You mean shoot one of us, Brandon?

- No, bitch.

You seen Wanted?

I'll shoot both of you.

I'll curve the bullet on you, bitch.

I'll shoot both of you, motherfuckers.

- Brandon, you ain't gonna do shit.

- Stop calling me that shit.

- Brandon Carmichael Ferguson, Jr.

- Bitch, you act like

I won't shoot your fucking swap me earring

off your face, bitch.

- Brandon Carmichael Ferguson, Jr.

- Bitch, a lot's changed since Bible study, bitch.

Fuck Noah and them arks.

My name is Brandon Ferguson II.

Do I look like a fucking junior to you?

(whimsical music)

- Stop fucking with that shit.

- Man, get her the fuck away from me.

You Great Value Cardi B-looking-ass bitch.

- All right, let's go.

- So you ain't gonna tell me where Kevin at?

- Bitch, didn't I tell you fuck K-Nut, bitch?

Didn't I say fuck that nigga?

Didn't I tell you he fucking my bitch?

Fuck K-Nut, bitch.

- And your bitch is also fucking him.

So if you gonna get mad at anybody,

start off with your bitch.

- Ooh.

Ooh, you gotta a point.

Man, get this bitch away from me

before I shoot her fucking baby hairs off her face.

(phone vibrating) (whimsical music)

Shit.

- Why you fucking with this nigga?

He got a gun to our face. - It's just fucking Brandon.

- Man, get the fuck from around here.

- So you ain't gonna tell me what's in that bag?

- Leave the fucking bag alone, he gone, all right?

You ain't trying to get shot, are you?

- All this shit,

I wanna see what's in that motherfucking bag.

I'm curious.

- Well, go home with that nigga 'cause I'm leaving.

- Well, I ain't going home with that nigga.

- Exactly. Get your ass in the car, girl.

Damn.

- Mm.

(engine rumbling) (tense music)

(engine revs)

(engine revs)

(dramatic music)

? Yeah yeah

? Yeah yeah

? Ice cream paper

? Pink and blues that's double scoops ?

? I could give a fuck or two yeah ?

? Stacking before I was running through ?

? Tell me what the issue

? Niggas don't feel involved

? This ain't the place to get your feelings off ?

? Yeah yeah

? Flip another 50 ball yeah yeah ?

? Then split it with the dogs yeah yeah ?

- [Presenter] 2 Da Max.

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