Original subtitles

- Previously on "Bigger..."

- Your whole, "Look at me, V!

I'm handlin' two guys, just like you."

No, you're not.

- I mean, if you was just keepin' it 100

you would go ahead

and tell Layne you smashin' her cousin.

- Wait, what?

- Look man, you don't have to impress us, only Layne.

- My bad, I just wanna make sure that everything's right.

You know, Layne's not giving me any feedback.

- On that show they control my image,

but as a influencer, I'm in control.

Now talk shit, bitch! Now talk--

- We're Layne's family,

so she's happier when we're together.

- I look at you guys like my brothers.

- Real talk-- you're pretty much family now.

[knocking on door]

- Oh, oh, ouch! - I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

- Okay, where are we going? - Don't worry about it.

- Here they come. Be quiet! - [shushing]

[door clicks shut]

- This better not be another sex shop,

because my vagina's still sore--

- [shushing]

Surprise! [chuckles] - Oh, shit.

[scattered applause]

- Guys, come on!

Surprise!

[applause]

- She seems like a freak.

- Mm, no, she didn't. - What kind of shit is this?

- You all got me...

so good! [laughter]

Yeah!

[mouths words]

[upbeat hip-hop music]

♪ ♪

- I hate all of you.

- We don't wanna be here, either.

- I've been standing in the dark for 15 minutes

waitin' on your ass.

- Greg's uncle Alfred

has touched me inappropriately six times.

- You, too?

- Oh. - Nigga.

- Let's just figure out a way to end this shit early.

- We can get Vince to fake choke on some shrimp.

- The last time he tried to fake choke, he really choked.

- He's very bad at fake choking.

- Fake choking is harder than it looks, y'all.

- Yeah.

- [clears throat]

- Layne, I couldn't be happier.

I always wanted a daughter. - [chuckles]

- That would be really sweet

if she didn't already have a daughter.

- Well, Mom here,

she said if you're gonna be a part of the family,

tradition's tradition. - [chuckles]

[inhales sharply]

- Ta-da! - Twinsies!

- [dorky laughter]

- He must be out his black fuckin' mind

if he thinks I'm gonna wear

this dumbass-lookin' shit anywhere.

- Come on, Layne. Try it on.

Uh, uh, okay-- thank you.

I am speechless.

[awkwardly restrained laughter]

- [whispers] - Oh, excuse us.

- Bye.

[chuckling]

- Oh shit, you just joined a cult.

I can't wait to see this.

We not leavin'. We are not leavin'.

- Yeah, like those videos of supermodels

wiping out on the runway.

- Mmm, so satisfying!

- I do love a good train wreck.

- Okay, I hate you all again.

- Um, guys?

[eerie percussive music]

♪ ♪

[laughs awkwardly]

♪ ♪

- That's just Karen, Greg's sister.

- But didn't his mom just say that--

- Don't ask any questions.

- [whispering] Wow.

- Okay.

[jazzy piano music]

- Oh. My. God. Tracy!

You are my favorite Basketball Ex!

- [laughs] Thank you, thank you!

- Which is exactly why

I'm not postin', taggin', likin' or retweetin'

none of the memes of you on social media right now.

- Wait, what?

- Oh, you ain't seen it.

- ♪ I never saw it coming ♪

[audience "ooh"s]

- [gasps] What the fuck?

I got in at least three full bitch smacks

before that ho did anything.

They gonna act like they ain't see those!

This is what I'm talkin' about, this corny-ass--

- Sure.

- Her publicist is probably behind all that.

They do that corny shit, you know!

And they corny, ain't they?

Ain't they corny?

- But you got beat up. But--

- No, I-- - It's okay!

It's okay, it was nice to meet you.

- ♪ Heaven can be a lonely place ♪

- But what's your name?

You ain't tell me your name.

- It's okay.

- They better have some hard liquor in here today.

- But that one time we had a cookout at Layne's crib.

- Y'all disappeared for, like, an hour.

- Said y'all was goin' to get buns.

- But you came back with straws.

[ominous music]

- Were y'all doin' it?

[phone buzzes]

- Yay, this is the contractor

telling me how much money I'm wasting on this building.

- Why is it a yay?

- Because I can do this.

Buh-bye!

Hello?

No, no, this is the perfect time.

- Y'all know y'all are immature as hell, right?

- We know. - We do.

- Okay.

- They doin' it. - Yep, they doin' it.

- ♪ Anything is possible ♪

♪ ♪

- What you think their electricity bill is?

- I don't know.

How much you think this house is?

- I finally get to meet Greg's homies!

[laughs]

He's told me all about ya! [laughs]

- [chuckles] Really?

'Cause we're pretty much strangers

and know nothing about him.

- [stammers]

This one, huh? - [laughs]

- We--we love Greg. He's--he's--he's our boy.

- Ah, you boys! You know, y'all warm my heart.

I know this might come as a shock, but--

Greg's never had a lot of friends.

- That is shocking.

You raised one hell of a young man, Mr. Washington.

- Mr. Washington?

Mr. Washington is my dad. You better call me Greg!

- Uh-oh! Watch out! Watch out!

- [laughs intensely]

- You don't have to say it like that!

- The Gregs, that's confusing.

That's confusing.

- You know what?

Since you boys are practically family now,

how 'bout a tour?

- Mm-hmm! - Yes, please!

- All right! Come on, come on!

- Let's roll!

- ♪ Baby, you'll see ♪

♪ ♪

- Bro, come on!

- ♪ Anything is possible ♪

- [laughs]

- Yeah, you know,

my dad made quite a name for himself

in the field of gynecology.

- Delivering babies is our bread and butter.

- When Layne and I have our own Greg, well,

he'll take over the family business, too.

- And what if you and Layne have a daughter?

And she wants to play lead guitar in an indie rock band?

[laughter]

- This guy! [laughs]

- Ah, a rock band! [chuckles]

Oh, and that is my dad's pride and joy.

- Funny, kinda looks like a--

- A vagina?

'Cause it is.

- Or as I like to call it,

the golden pussy!

- Gregory!

- Brenda finds that inappropriate.

- She's not alone.

- Well, my dad won that from his extensive research

in vaginal laser treatment.

- I can't lie, I am slightly aroused.

- Yeah, lasers can fix just about anything.

From vaginal discomfort to dryness to burning

to urinary incontinence to-- oh, vaginal atrophy!

- It's gone.

- Here you go, man. - Thank you, Greg Junior.

- Aw, stop! - [chuckles]

D-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-

d-damn.

Eat your oatmeal.

- C'mon, man, get yo' ass out of here.

[mellow percussive music]

- There she is, behind the tree.

- Damn, how you keep findin' her before me?

- 'Cause your vain ass refuses to wear glasses.

- Found her. Fountain. - Okay, yeah.

Oh, oh, elephant! [laughs]

- Okay, no, why is Karen always hidin'?

- Hmm, maybe she knows something we don't.

- Okay, this dog gotta be, like, 100 years old.

It is in every single photo since Greg was a baby.

- Girl, please. Dogs don't live that long.

- See?

Same dog, 30 years later.

- What in the world?

- You don't think

they're just buying the same dog over and over--

[sinister notes]

- Oh my God.

Oh, girl!

♪ ♪

Girl, did you know the dog on all the Christmas cards

is dead?

- Look what I found!

Thought it was weird,

looked like it fell behind the chair.

- Wow.

That is weird! Oh, my goodness.

- Why don't you put it on?

- Yeah, what are you waiting for?

- [exasperated chuckle]

I am--I'm not, you know, waiting per se,

but I am waiting until after dinner

because I don't want to get anything on this.

You know how clumsy I can be!

- [obviously fake laughter]

[people conversing quietly]

- Hey, what color is this?

What you have up here is very pretty, is it off-shell--

- Why don't you come help me in the kitchen?

- I would love to. [stilted laughter]

- [imitating Brenda] Layne!

Don't forget your sweater!

Layne.

- They don't have no African art?

They got all this expensive stuff,

but they don't have no African art.

- I'm gonna grab me one--

[eerie whoosh]

- Careful!

- What is goin' on?

- Don't look at me, she called this meeting.

Oh my goodness,

hand-crafted porcelain tub.

Okay, I see you, Washingtons.

- As fun as it is to watch Layne

sweat her way through this party, y'all,

we gotta help her,

or at least tell her how crazy these people are.

- I like 'em. together: Of course you do.

- And this is the dude you're fucking?

My cousin is a big girl,

she doesn't need our help or opinions.

- And honestly, she's spent more time around these freaks

than we have.

- Natural Italian marble sink,

solid grout lines, I mean, the labor alone--

[knock at door]

- Somebody's in here!

No, we're her best friends

and we promised to always keep it 100 with each other.

- [groans]

In that case...

it's time to let go of LeBron James' hair line.

Ain't no shame in rockin' a baldy.

- [imitates buzzer] Wrong, I meant with Layne.

Anytime my honest ass tries to say anything,

y'all get your little feelings hurt.

I ain't sayin' shit.

- I second that.

We're overreactin'.

[knock at door]

- She said someone in here!

- So we just gonna sit here smilin'

and be fake supportive?

- Absolutely. - Yeah.

- Absolutely. - Wow.

Fine.

[clicks tongue]

I'm gonna need some more alcohol.

- It's not what you think,

we were just having oral sex.

[eerie percussive music]

♪ ♪

- How did you know that I wanted

an 18-year single malt scotch with three ice cubes?

[laughs]

So I'm just...

supposed to accept this strange drink

from some strange person, no questions asked?

♪ ♪

Well played.

♪ ♪

Mmm.

It's smooth.

Just like I like...

it.

♪ ♪

- I hear you laid the stone in the bathroom.

- I did.

- Mm-hmm.

Yeah, high-grade marble.

Minimal veins and inclusions.

I'm not mad at your work.

- Well, maybe I can hook you up sometime.

- Oh, okay!

Well, if that hookup comes with a discount, I'll take it.

[knocking on window]

- I'd be real careful if I was you.

You see that crazy-lookin' brother right there?

Yup!

That's her boo, and he get real jealous.

Now, don't let the height fool you.

He can scrap!

Okay, bye.

- Uh...

yeah, I gotta check my schedule.

- Mm.

Damn it!

- You know, I can't even eat deviled eggs.

- Really? - Mm.

- I'm on a strict diabetic diet

and Greg hates low fat mayonnaise.

Says it tastes funny.

But, I still like to cook all the things he likes.

- So you're working this hard

on something you can't even eat.

- The key to a happy marriage is sacrifice.

You have to do what you need to for the people you love.

[chuckles]

Greg told me that you remodeled your vintage shop.

- It's coming along.

- I can only imagine what it takes

to be a successful businesswoman these days.

- It is all-encompassing, like,

dealing with vendors, anticipating trends,

you make one wrong move,

you end up with five boxes of plaid suspenders.

- But it wouldn't be a success without all your hard work.

It's gotta make you proud.

- It does.

- [inhales] As long

as it doesn't distract from what's important.

[jazz scale ascends]

- Wait, what?

- Well, I work hard, too.

To be the wind beneath my Greg's wings.

He wouldn't be the successful doctor he is without me.

[chuckles]

- So, who's your wind?

- Oh, I get my joy from what do for him.

And now it's your turn to do that for your Greg.

[sinister notes]

- I don't know

what kinda fucked up "Handmaid's Tale"

you're livin' in,

but I'd rather be dead than give up my dreams

to be wind beneath some ashy negro's wings.

Fuck you,

and fuck your food.

Ugh, wait, wait, wait.

My mother raised me better than this.

Thank you for that advice.

I'm gonna keep that in mind.

[chuckling]

- [giggles]

- Oh!

- Jesus!

Not the potato salad!

It's The Gregs' favorite dish!

- I--I am sorry.

I can fix this, I can help.

Thank you for fixing this.

- Well, since yo' ass can't even cook a Pop-Tart.

- Hey, the settings on my toaster are inconsistent.

[upbeat R&B music]

- Okay, I gotta give her props on her kitchen.

Bitch is 'bout her seasonin's.

Hello, pink Himalayan rock salt.

I just don't understand

how you makin' potato salad with no potatoes.

- [sighs] Well, a good cook improvises.

I'm usin' steamed cauliflower,

boiled eggs, celery.

[groans] Mm-mm.

And...

onions.

Just as soon as Layne's slow ass gets done choppin' em.

- Hey, man, cuttin' onions makes my eyes tear up.

- Move. [laughter]

- What's wrong with you?

♪ ♪

Y'all bein' weird.

Why are you so quiet?

It's making me uncomfortable.

♪ ♪

- [clears throat]

♪ ♪

- Just say it.

They're weird.

- I don't know what you're talkin' about.

- Okay, they're just quirky.

And I'm the queen of quirk.

Even me saying that was quirky.

- So, you know, if you like 'em, we love 'em!

I ain't sayin' shit.

- Heh, I'll drink to that!

♪ ♪

- Ooh.

- Secret ingredient.

- And, drum roll, please!

New potato salad.

- Ah, very impressive.

And how did you make it with no potatoes?

- You know, there was, like, some, um, uh, rutabaga,

and um, eggplants? - Nope, nope, nope!

A good cook never reveals her secrets!

[laughs]

Just know...

that my girl cannot burn in the kitchen.

- What she said is correct and about me.

That's a true statement.

- Mm-hmm. - Yes.

- Then let's eat. Mm-hmm.

- All right! [laughs]

- Careful.

[Sunshine Anderson's "Heard It All Before"]

♪ ♪

- Here you go!

- Oh, thank you! But I already have a plate.

- That's for Greg.

And remember, he doesn't like his food to touch.

♪ ♪

- Is that why all the men are sittin' down?

I just thought they was lettin' the ladies go first.

- This place freaky as hell.

- You know, the day I make some dude a plate

is the day I lose my Phenomenal Woman card.

- Okurrr! [laughter]

- I ain't sayin' shit.

- Mm-mm.

♪ ♪

- You not gonna make a plate for your boo?

- [chuckles]

Excuse me, you know what?

Let me--let me go over there.

♪ ♪

- Oop!

[glass clinking]

Attention!

I want everyone to hear the words

that are coming out of my mouth, okay?

Me and that man are not in a relationship.

We're just fuckin'.

[attendees gasp politely]

Thank you!

Just fuckin'.

- ♪ I was your fool ♪

♪ I believed in you ♪

♪ Yes, I did, yes, I did ♪

♪ Your lies ain't working ♪

♪ Lies ain't working now ♪

♪ Look who's hurtin' now ♪

- May, uh, God bless this food

for the nourishment of our bodies.

Amen.

- Amen.

- Amen.

[others say "Amen"]

- ♪ In our bed you must have fell and bumped your head ♪

♪ ♪

- Anytime, um, Monday through Friday.

Hi.

- Here you go.

- Oh, great.

All the food is touching.

- There you go.

- Great. [clears throat]

Thank you.

Oh, before I forget, I have something for you.

Yeah.

Another surprise.

- [laughs]

Oh, it just has a mind of its own!

- Mm-hmm. - Weird.

- What's even weirder is that I heard it was, like,

tucked behind the guest bathroom toilet.

- Oh, you know what? - What's that about?

- You know what? Let me tell you something.

This is not gonna get away from me this time.

- Oh.

- Okay, it goes one, and two.

Tied up! - Indeed.

- [laughs]

[soft R&B music]

- [chuckles]

I would've paid money to watch Veronica make your plate.

- Miss Independent?

Would'a sent her moral compass into shock.

- [laughs]

Remember when she changed the voice on her navigation

to a woman?

- 'Cause she didn't want a man telling her what to do?

- Hoo!

How come you never told me about you two?

- I just don't wanna put her business out there

like that, you know?

- Yeah, 'cause you know, we start cross-pollinatin',

it's gonna throw our whole group friendship vibe off.

I mean, did it?

- Did what?

- Mess up the friendship between you two?

- Nuh-uh, we grown.

We knew what it was when it started.

[phone buzzes]

Greg says, "Come to the wine cellar."

- Cool, let's go! - All right.

♪ ♪

Nigga.

♪ ♪

- [chuckles] But so,

my dad has this new hobby,

and, well, he wants to show off a little bit.

- Dope, what is it?

- [clicks tongue] Um--

- [snaps fingers] A train set.

- No. - Oh, a stamp collection.

- What?

- [gasps] I got it--a proctology trophy.

[bassy hip hop]

- Welcome to my grow room!

[chuckles]

- This was not my next guess.

- ♪ Light it up, dog ♪

- You got a bomb-ass dad.

- I've had a few missteps, but I finally figured out

the right balance of light, water, and fertilizer.

[chuckles]

- Oh, you one of those "doctor" doctors.

- Doctor Feelgood.

- So much of a doctor that my dad actually believes

in the medical benefits of, well, cannabis.

- And it's just fun to get high!

[laughter]

- Nah, I'm good.

Job drug tests, and frankly, I don't know y'all like that.

- I, on the other hand, have a substance-friendly job

and I already feel like I'm very much part of the family.

Thank you, sir! - [sarcastic giggle]

- I'd like it even better if I could light both of these.

- Boom!

- Pow! [laughs]

Light 'em up! [laughs]

- So, the women get to cook, serve, and clean.

What kinda "Leave It To Beaver," Stone Age,

barefoot and pregnant mess is this?

- Okay, can we please go back

to when you weren't sayin' shit?

- And how you gonna clean up

at your own engagement party?

You know what, girl?

Just--I got it. Sit down.

I got this.

You know what?

As a matter of fact, stand yo' ass back up.

- What? Like, why?

- Okay?

It's yo' fault I'm even here!

I got better shit I could do,

I could be at home foam rolling my cellulite.

Here.

- You know what? Let them clown me on Instagram.

Y'know, I'm a classy bitch.

They don't know no real Tracy Davis.

[eerie percussive music]

You know, you're real easy to talk to.

♪ ♪

- [rings glass] Everyone!

Can I get your attention, please?

Ah, sweetheart. Come up here, please.

Um, I just want to take a second

to thank everyone for tonight.

It means so much to us

to be surrounded by people that we love.

Oh! Real quick,

I wanted to give a special shout-out

to my new best friend,

Deon! Yeah, man.

Deon, it was your words the other day

that encouraged me to plan this whole thing for Layne.

Thank you for reminding me what brings family--

and friends, who are also like family--

together.

- [stammers]

I didn't say all that.

- To Deon, guys.

together: To Deon!

- But tonight, [clears throat]

tonight is about my soulmate.

And I would like to present her with a symbol of my love

right here, right now.

Sweetheart...

let's make this official.

[attendees murmur]

- Hey, hey, if she don't--

she don't wanna marry you, I'll marry you, Greg.

That wasn't an open invite, Uncle Al.

- On a scale of one to Bobby Brown,

how high are you?

- What's wrong with you? - Psh, psh.

- Well, it is a ring!

- It is a ring. - It's a ring.

- Boom. [chuckles]

Wow!

[cheers and applause]

Yes!

- Speech! - Speech!

[others shouting "Speech!"]

- Oh--guys, no.

Well, if you want to, sweetheart.

- Well, you know, love is...

♪ It's a battlef-- ♪

Uh, um, uh,

love is a battlefield, yeah.

And, um, you know,

I'm willin' to hunker down and fight that fight with you.

- Yeah. - Against the world.

Us and you.

Hunkerin' down, fightin' the good fight.

Um...

because, you know,

love is not patient... or kind,

like the thing they say

when you get married at a wedding.

Um, it is, um, it's hard.

It's really hard.

It requires a lot of time and focus and money

and sacrifices, and it's suffering!

[stammers]

There, I said it, it's suffering.

You guys are thinking it,

you're lookin' at me thinkin' it,

I'm saying it, it's suffering.

So that is what we're gonna do.

We're gonna suffer together, yes!

And get sick and, you know, probably die.

And end up in the cold, cold ground,

and I'm willin' to fight for that.

That's what this ring means, so, yeah.

I love him, if that's what love means.

Thank you. - Mm-hmm.

- Yes.

- Cheers! together: Cheers!

[applause]

- Shalom! - Right.

- Beautiful!

- Here's to love! - Yeah.

[crickets chirping]

Oh!

- What the hell is your plan? - What are you talking about?

- Uh, unless you start taking this seriously,

you're gonna end up in Alpharetta

poppin' out doctor babies with a man that don't even know

that you hate surprise parties and matching sweaters.

- Is this because you feel guilty

for planning this entire party?

- I don't feel guilty!

I didn't organize it,

your man hears what he wants to hear.

- Okay, why are you so mad?

- Because I'm a friend, and friends speak up.

We don't just sit here and watch this go on.

- Maybe starry-eyed passion

and mind-blowing orgasms are overrated.

Maybe at the end of the day,

you just want somebody to grow old with.

- Is that what'll make you happy?

- Everyone in our friend group is single

and pretty messed up.

Are any of us happy?

[knock at door]

- I just thought I'd check on you, sis.

- Oh, well thank you for that.

- Damn!

How can I get in on this rotation?

I'm sayin'!

[crickets chirping]

- [exhales]

Why you got your high glasses on?

- Because I'm high.

- [laughs] What'd you smoke?

- I don't know.

It's supposed to have some kinda energizing effect

to prevent arthritis.

- Your party experience was way more fun than mine.

[chuckling]

- So we're done, right?

- Absolutely.

Now that everybody knows.

- It's not as fun anymore.

- Well, I was gonna say boring as hell.

[chuckling]

You want a drink?

- Yeah, sure.

- Okay, good.

Get me one too, homey.

- Oh!

Nope, that only worked when we was fuckin', homey.

Mm.

[R&B music]

♪ ♪

- ♪ Oh, baby ♪

[indistinct singing]

♪ And don't really mean it ♪

♪ ♪

- So, this happened.

And I don't know how your mom pulled it off,

but it fits perfectly.

♪ ♪

- ♪ I'm committed ♪

♪ ♪

- Is everything okay?

- ♪ Oh, woman ♪

♪ ♪

- Sometimes my patients...

they get so frustrated when they can't get pregnant.

I mean, people have babies every day,

so they can't really figure out why something so simple...

is so damn hard.

♪ ♪

- Why you talkin' about babies?

♪ ♪

- Not one bridal magazine, not one Instagram post,

no talk of a fall or summer wedding,

church, or destination.

Hell, you couldn't even pick out a ring.

And then that speech?

- [exasperated sigh]

Okay, well,

you know I need, like, bullet points.

- [inhales] Know what the kicker is?

[exhales]

I called your mom.

I wanted to send her a picture of the engagement ring

so she'd feel included.

- ♪ How'd you feel? ♪

- Fuck.

- She didn't even know that we were engaged.

♪ ♪

- Greg, I...

I...

- You know, the signs were all there.

And I just chose not to see them.

[man singing indistinctly]

- So, I had my doubts.

But I...

am all in.

And now with both feet and arms.

- [takes deep breath] And sometimes...

when something is so simple, and too damn hard,

maybe it's just because it wasn't meant to be.

[music fades]

Layne, you don't have to pretend any more.

It's over.

- Get in here, love birds! You're up next!

- Coming!

- Queued up your song and everything!

[chuckles]

- Thank you!

- Great.

Dad, um, why don't we, uh, sing?

- Okay. [chuckles]

["You're The One That I Want" from "Grease" plays]

[her singing, him speaking] ♪ The one that I want ♪

- ♪ You are the one I want ♪ - You are the one, not.

♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh ♪

♪ You're the one that I want ♪

- ♪ You are the one I want ♪ - You are the one, not.

♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh ♪

♪ You're the one that I want ♪

♪ You are the one I want ♪ - You are the one, not.

♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh ♪

- [deadpanning] The one that I need.

- ♪ Oh, yes indeed ♪ - Oh, yes, indeed.

- They're actually perfect for each other.

[laughs]

- Mm, or somethin'.

[loud hip hop music]

- Hey, sexy ass.

This is a pleasant surprise.

Your doctor on call?

- [bawls]

- Whoa, what's happenin' now?

- [sobs]

I don't know, and it is not sexy!

[sobs]

My doctor--my fiancé, he left me!

- Okay, cool.

Um, I'm sorry, I'm not really a good shoulder to cry on,

but you know, if you need a hard dick to sit on,

I got that for you, you know what I'm saying?

- Can we just talk?

- Talk?

Yeah, I'm not really good at that.

Um, you're really cool, you know what I'm saying?

Like, real, real cool.

Um, a'ight, good luck.

- [sobbing]

[TLC's "What About Your Friends"]

- ♪ What about your friends? ♪

♪ Will they stand their ground? ♪

♪ Will they let you down? ♪

♪ And ♪

♪ Oh, what about your friends? ♪

♪ Will they be all down? ♪

♪ Will they ever be around? ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Or will they turn their backs on you? ♪

- The Lambdas are the hottest frat boys on campus,

and right now, they hold the key to my dreams.

- Please! We have everything we need.

Damn, he's so cute!

- Nah, different is cool.

Don't let the Lambdas or anybody else change you.

- You're good! - I know.

- I didn't know he was your cousin!

- What are you doing?

- Stop trying to fuck my friend!

- So what's really good with your boy, Deon?

- He's more like a friend who is a boy, not a boyfriend.

Yeah.

- ♪ Light it up, dog ♪

♪ Put it in the air ♪

♪ What you waitin' for? ♪

- ♪ What you waitin' for, nigga? ♪

- ♪ My nigga, you scared? ♪

♪ I'm tryna get lifted ♪ - ♪ Lifted] ♪

- ♪ Know what I mean? ♪

♪ Bustin' out for this shit ♪

- ♪ Right here ♪

- ♪ Tryna get it? ♪

♪ Light it up, dog ♪

- ♪ Light it up, dog ♪

- ♪ Put it in the air ♪

- ♪ Yeah ♪

- ♪ What you waitin' for? ♪