 You ready to go to fuck home? Yeah, yeah, you. Yeah, I'm talking to you. And I'm telling you, you motherfuckers is lucky. You're lucky that I'm not on some of these rap teams because I'm telling you, write the fuck now. Every rapper got a homie, a fucking homie, that think he's the rapper. He dressed like him, he's sitting around. He don't rap, but he moving around like he rap. He don't do shit, he's just his homie. He front like he really made it like him. Doesn't do this shit to me. I'm the dude who's gonna come by. Hey, crazy mic. There you go. What's that one? No, that's your ticket. You out of here. I know. Come on, security. Just get in the fuck, take him to the airport. Driver, get him back. Come on, you out. Hey, look, look, crazy. Shoot him up. You like grit no niggas? You going back down the way. Come on, let's go. You ain't got niggas. I'm just, I'm sending niggas home. If any of you rap boys need somebody to clean the fucking house, call me. Cause I'm trying to save your life. I'm trying to save your money and your life. I'm not with no cool shit. I'm not with none of that shit. I don't give a fuck how tough you look, homie. I will say this though. If it's a nigga that look overly tough, I might not send him home. I'm not gonna say nothing cause I don't wanna get in snow. I don't want the nigga to shoot me.