P-Valley (2020) s02e08 Episode Script

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Previously on P-Valley
Look, my homeboy told me about this girl
with the dick-suckin' lips.
So, you never told me
where you was from.
- Heyell.
- Funny.
I'm from Heaven.
How'd you end up in this shithole, then?
I'm gone be runnin' Promised Land.
Maybe now we can make you
a much better deal.
And how, pray tell, do you put a price
on the land my ancestors died?
We can start with five million.
That's what Promised Land
just offered me.
I'm not gone take it, though.
I don't wanna go.
- Watch your step.
- Alone
I guess you decided
not to use my gun, huh?
Look up Hailey Colton
and call me when you're ready
to learn how to swim.
Murda!
Shawty, let me holla at ya real quick.
- Niggah, is your name Murda?
- Bitch, fuck you mean?!
I suggest you get lil' real quick
before I have to bless yo' ass.
Bitch, you just ain't his type.
You out here tryna start a war?
Niggah
What happened?
I went in for that last move
and my arm just gave out.
It's like it was too heavy.
It's been feelin' that way.
Feelin' that way.
Feelin' that way. Feelin' that way.
Where the tricks at?
Where the tricks at? ♪
Where the tricks at?
Where the tricks at? ♪
Uh-huh, yeah ♪
I'm looking for a trick,
ain't no bands ♪
I ain't doing shit,
I'm looking for a trick ♪
Don't want yo' man,
I just want his ends ♪
I'm looking for a trick, cop a Benz ♪
Niggah pay my rent,
I'm lookin' for a trick ♪
Don't need a dick,
niggah make me rich ♪
On a mission, and I heard
these niggahs trickin' ♪
Where the tricks?
I'm lookin' for the tricks ♪
Where they at? Where the tricks? ♪
I'm lookin' for the tricks,
where they at? ♪
Where the tricks?
I'm lookin' for the tricks ♪
Where they at? Where the tricks? ♪
I'm lookin' for the tricks,
where they at? ♪
Goddamn it!
Anh-anh-anh.
Ain't no cryin' in the Pynk.
Now, thass the first time
I done seen that pole
conquer you instead
the other way around.
Well, maybe I ain't meant to fly no mo'.
Niggahs come to see you fall, not fly.
Yo' lil' injury ain't in yo' shoulder.
It's in yo' head.
Well, maybe
this lil' Pynk problem
ain't in yo' head.
It's in yo' hands.
And if I'ma try, you gots to too.
They pick up yet?
Didn't I say I was gone tell you
the last five times you asked?
Lawd. Ooh!
Bitch hearin' things now.
You keep up with this pace,
you gone have a niggah walkin'
out the house lookin' crazy.
Where you gotta be
you tryin' to look all cute?
Nowhere.
You sho'll mo' secretive
than a Janet Jackson lyric.
- Naw.
- All I'm sayin'
is that you got
a lot of secrets, LaMarques.
And I ain't finna be one of 'em.
Thought we was past all that now.
Wait a Mississippi minute.
Just cause you gave a bitch
some olive branch booty
don't mean a bitch past nothin'
That was more than
a olive branch, niggah.
That was like some 100-year oak.
What that mean?
It mean somethin' cause
I don't know where you been.
- Where I been? Where you been?
- Where I been? Where you been?
Wonderin' where you been.
I don't know why. I let you know.
Well, that New Orleans' dick
must be nice.
Just know, if I was anywhere,
I was protected.
Were you?
Thanks for waiting. How can I help you?
Hello? Hello?
This is Clifford Sayles.
I'm tryin' to get a update on my
granmuva, Miss Ernestine Sayles.
Mr. Sayles, there are no updates
since the last time you called,
45 minutes ago.
I was just tryin' to get
Like I said before,
no news is good news.
Where you goin'?
Somewhere.
Unlike that nowhere you goin'.
She bad, tatted up like she Jackie ♪
Her mammy blessed with the goods ♪
She got a fatty, she so classy ♪
What the hell's goin' on here?
Blackie Mild. Hey, boy!
Get back here, Blackie Mild!
Hey, there's enough of me to share, now.
Mane, what the hell you doin' here?
- Ain't you 'sposed to be
- Rona came rippin'
through that bitch, shit.
They had to get niggahs up out of there.
Ain't got nothin' on me no way.
So you free again?
As much as a niggah can be.
What you said. Wow
Can't tell you how much
I missed this view.
- Did you?
- Yeah.
I missed you too, Mane.
I tried callin' a couple times
It be hard to talk up in there.
My shootas throwin' a block
party for me tomorrow night.
You gone roll thru,
or yo' ass gone be too busy
makin' it rain?
That bitch Rona mighta set you free,
but she shut the club down.
- Won't be open for a minute.
- Aight, so
you gone be my date, then?
I-I Oof. I'll see if I can
move some thangs around.
Yeah.
I like it when you move
yo' thangs around.
Come on. Come on, Blackie Mild.
Damn.
Mercedes
How you doin', sweetie?
What can I get for you?
Pickup for Keyshawn Harris.
It'll just be a few minutes.
You want some water while you wait?
Yeah. That'd be great.
Hey, girl. I don't have long.
Here you go.
Our birth certificates all you need?
Yeah.
Three passports coming right up.
I just need 'em back before
Derrick notice they gone.
Where does he think you are now?
I told him I had a craving
for some bacon fries.
- Hmm. Hmm.
- Hmm.
This where me and him
had our first date.
Sort of.
Bet then you didn't think
it'd come to this.
You got that right.
So what's the plan?
The Pynk's about to reopen.
And you're gonna headline.
Headline? Unh-uh. He ain't gone
Tell him it'll be a big night
and that he's gone get every
dollar you make off the floor.
But you'regone get
all the money off the door.
Then you take those babies
and you never look back.
Where you gonna go?
- Well, I was thinkin' like
- No!
You just broke the cardinal rule.
Tell no one.
Not even the people
who are helpin' you out.
Here you go, love. Have a good one.
I gotta go.
I looked up Hailey Colton.
She drowned in a flood down in Texas.
And yet she's sittin' at a diner counter
in a town called Chucalissa
drinkin' coffee.
For now.
Can I get you anything, sweet pea?
Yeah, actually, can I get another?
- Sure.
- Andre Watkins says
- he's a man you can trust.
- Mm, mm, mm.
A man for the people.
But Andre Watkins is a liar.
A Black boy born
to a drug-addicted mother.
Father died when I was
about seven years old.
His father, Abraham Watkins,
Well, I'll be damned!
Is very much alive, on death row.
Lawd, I knew he was too good to be true!
I wonder if the rot in that
family goes down to the root.
I bet it do!
I know me a niggah-niggah
when I sees one.
Andre Watkins doesn't want you
to know the truth, but we do.
That's why we must ensure
that liars do not become
the mayor of Chucalissa.
This ad has been paid for
by Chucalissans for Truth.
Can y'all go, uh
- collate somethin'?
- Uh, we, uh, we already
Just get the fuck out!
- All right
- Sorry!
When we started this campaign,
I told you I need to know
every skeleton in every closet
from Chucalissa to Atlanta.
But this lil' nugget of information
manages to slip through the cracks.
Yeah. Yeah, I'm the son
of a fuckin' murderer!
Yeah, put that on a fuckin' T-shirt!
Oh, I will if I want to,
cause I'm the one payin'
for the goddamn T-shirts
in the first place!
Tell me this, Corbin.
Are you proud of your father?
You let me know
when you start footin' the bill
for my mayoral campaign.
That's when you can ask me
about my daddy.
What the fuck?
Prostitution,
drug use, assault and battery.
The list goes on and on.
It leads you to wonder,
is this what Jesus would do?
Looks like Chucalissans
for Truth ain't stop with you.
outrun the truth, but she can't.
Pastor Woodbine, what do you have to say
- to the people?
- I done told everyone that I was a hoe.
I sucked a lot of in my day.
I done tricks and slapped many mutha,
and God knows I did my share
of check fraud.
Because the people runnin' this city
didn't leave me a nary option.
But that was yesterday.
Today I am a woman of God,
makin' sure that sin don't have to
come climbin' in yo' backdoors
- like it did mine.
- Gimme a break.
I hoed so you could fly, Chucalissa.
Vote Woodbine for mayor and no
on the casino referendum.
'Least she own her messy.
Hey.
Come on. They won't wear themselves.
Come here.
Too small.
But it's a size seven and a half.
Feet done spread
after two babies, Derrick.
Things change.
I can't do anything right, huh?
Anything.
Anything!
Anything!
I'ma change.
I will. I promise.
Tell me what Tell me what you want.
I-I'll get you your own car.
Say somethin'.
Anything. Whatever you want, baby.
Just please
please don't give up on me.
Please.
What I want can't be bought, Derrick.
Okay. Okay, uh
I'll get your room back together again,
and you can dance for your OnlyFans.
I don't wanna dance online, Derrick.
Okay, uh
what if what if you go back on tour?
- And then you
- I don't wanna dance on tour.
Y-you wanna dance at The Pynk?
That place
that's the one place that's
Only bad things happen there, Key.
But that's the only place
I feel free, Derrick.
Okay.
Okay.
Okay.
Okay. Okay. Okay.
Okay.
Wayne, this shit is low!
Even for the likes of you.
Well, no one forced that man
to kill nobody
or to tell his son to lie
about it either, for that matter.
Well, maybe Chucalissans for Truth
should air out
our daddy's dirty secrets.
Corbin, you are the dirty secret.
But half-Black bastards are
a dime a dozen in Mississippi.
Daddy was one of the good ones.
He left you somethin', didn't he?
More than your fair share, too,
far as I'm concerned.
You wanna talk about fair shares?
What's zero split three ways?
The only thing you've done
by knockin' Andre down a peg
is give Woodbine a leg up.
She's trailin' both of y'all
in the polls now.
And what about your part in all this?
Backing Watkins,
splittin' the pro-casino vote,
forcin' me to wage a war on two fronts?
And for what?
'Cause I smashed your fire truck?
'Cause Wyatt locked you in the cellar?
Or 'cause I always had
the thing you could never buy?
This casino goes down in flames,
it's on your head.
Oh, believe me, I love being a widow.
I've been waitin' to be
porked by the pool boy
for the last decade.
Hoo-weee!
Oh, honey, you're in the wrong place.
Shay-Nay-Nay's Beauty Shop is
a bit further down the strip.
No, I'm exactly where I need to be.
She sure is.
Well, now, I miss the red hair,
but you look good in brown.
You look good in gray.
Most women wanna hide it,
but I like to curl it.
Ain't no use of lyin' 'bout who you are.
So you come here to tell me
you accept my offer?
I'll have my lawyer draw up the papers,
send it on over to you.
Not unless he's sendin' me a contract
that got ten million on it.
Della, can you and your shampoo girl
leave me and my gal pal alone
for a Mississippi minute?
I like a woman who knows her beauty.
I especially like a woman
who knows her worth
ain't got shit to do with that.
And you, my dear,
know both of those things.
That makes you dangerous.
What's even more dangerous
is a beautiful woman
who doesn't know her worth is declinin'.
Her beauty too.
Whatever do you mean?
Well, Bill was tryin'
to get it for free.
I'm tryin' to get it for five million.
Y'all folks wanna talk
'bout reparations.
- Well, here you go.
- Me and you both know
you can't build it without me.
Without The Pynk.
No, without the people.
And they might not vote
for the casino referendum.
Lookin' like this pastor
and her Casi-NAW platform
is takin' flight.
We both got good reason
to hope that she fails.
But only one of us
got the means to hold out
until the next referendum passes,
however long that might be
Years, maybe.
Five million
is my last and final offer.
You walk out this salon, girl,
you gone have to wait 'til Election Day.
By then, might not be any money to make.
I know damn well what the risk is.
So, Miss Savage,
are you foldin' or are you holdin'?
See you at the polls, Georgie.
Y'all did good work.
We always make it look
like nothin' never happened.
What you puttin' him in?
Don't you get tired
of buryin' niggahs, man?
Being around the end all the time?
Not when you know Death intimately.
Or you Death yo'self.
Rome was askin' for it.
Niggah, you can't be endin'
niggahs' lives like that.
If you ain't said that
to Big Teak, don't say that to me.
Let me tell you somethin', man.
This shit all balance out in the end.
Rome was a fuckin' rapist
manipulator, playa hater.
One niggah take his own life,
a-a baby come into this world.
One niggah had to get got,
and that niggah wasn't gone be you.
Naw. Mm-mm. Not on my watch.
So you God now.
Yeah, we all God.
We all the devil too.
Why you ain't tell me
'bout this tape you got,
Lil' Movie Star?
Niggah, I don't know
where you got that shit from
Rome showed Keyshawn, fool.
Fifteen.
Lil' niggah had to do what he had to do
to put food in his belly,
roof over his mama head,
clothes on they backs.
And yeah
only God can judge me on that.
Well ain't nobody gone judge you,
cause I deaded that shit.
What if Rome already sent it?
Well shit
Well, ah
if it come out, I'll handle it.
Well, you good at handlin' shit.
Woddy, why me, man?
One of us gotta make it up
out the mud, bruh.
Why can't it be you?
Hoo! The Grand Re-Re-Re-Re-Opening
right round the corner, bitches.
- Yup, yup.
- Duffy, them Ugandans
you got us got this place feelin' like
mu'fuckin' Antarctica.
Uncle Clifford, they ain't mine.
Well, whosever they are,
they gone make a heiffa
trade a mink in for some
bearskins up in this bitch.
Anything to get The Pynk
back up and runnin'.
Yep, yep, but this permit
only got us operatin'
at 50% capacity,
and that Lauren Hawkins bitch,
she gone enforce that
tighter than a wig on pool day.
Well, that big booty bitch
the one you need
to be tryin' to dick down
since that one over there taken.
- Yo' pretty ass
- Mmmm.
Mm, sexy motherfucker.
I ain't even know niggah could smile.
Yeah, I heard that, Uncle Clifford.
I wanted you to, Diamond.
I just don't know how
they expect us to make
enough scrilla if we
can't even pack it out.
Don't worry 'bout all that,
'cause I got my bottom bitch
back in the house!
What Uncle Clifford Rule 77 say?
Sometimes you gotta make falling
look like rising in this muh'fucka.
'Cause they can't keep a bad bitch down.
The Pynk is gone be crunk as a mug
when they see yo' new dance, 'Cedes.
- Mercedes.
- Mm.
I'd love to see the new routine you got.
She ain't done stretchin'.
Whisper, Roulette, can y'all step back?
- Big Bone.
- What's up, boss?
Can you put on somethin'
Mercedes can freestyle to?
- No problem, boss.
- Uh
I need all my big booty hoe,
all my little booty hoes ♪
Is that your routine?
I done gave y'all left cheek,
right cheek ♪
I done gave y'all Get it, girl ♪
But guess what ♪
I want you to workout,
workout, workout, workout ♪
Workout hoe, workout hoe ♪
Workout hoe, workout hoe ♪
Workout hoe ♪
Gone and show me what you know ♪
Now drop it, hold on,
drop it, hold on ♪
Don't stop, rock it, now ♪
Work, twerk, work, twerk ♪
Workout hoe, workout hoe ♪
Workout hoe, workout hoe ♪
Workout hoe, workout hoe ♪
- Workout hoe ♪
- Shit! Shit!
Gone and show me what you know ♪
Don't stop, rock it, now ♪
Work, twerk, work, twerk ♪
Workout, workout hoe,
shake that ass for this cash ♪
I'm in the party,
so I'm poppin' bands ♪
Shit!
I'm poppin' with some models ♪
We goin' up, turnt up,
yeah full throttle? ♪
See Polo Baybee I'm in the building ♪
And you know
that I'm servin' the city ♪
- Fuck!
- Thass enough.
Big Bone, cut that shit off!
The opening is in less than a week,
and our headliner is not ready.
But that's okay.
Cause there is someone who I think is.
If you think Whisper
and Roulette gone headline,
you got another thang comin'.
Whisper and Roulette are not the
ones that you need to be worried about.
Unh-uh. Yellow bitches!
Bitch, this shit finna be goodt!
Hey y'all.
Sorry.
Look, um, we both wear your lashes.
Aw! Y'all so sweet!
I mean, I wanna be
just like you when I grow up.
Miss Mississippi.
The Delta's Pole Princess.
I've been followin' you.
I mean, you main reason
a bitch from Ju-City
even know how to do a spatchcock.
Awh! Ha-ha-ha!
I'm just trying to do my part
in keepin' this club afloat
so that you can take care
- of Ernestine!
- See? Not today.
- Not today. Mm-mm.
- Bitch,
you better keep my Granmuva
name out yo' mu'fuckin' MOUTH!
Look at her following!
You know what?
You know what? You know WHAT?
I can't believe you!
Do they, like, do this often?
Mm-hmm.
- You want a bump?
- No-ho-ho!
No, no, no, no, no.
Suit yo' self.
In fact, who you callin' crazy, crazy?
Hey
Hey.
So you back, huh?
Well guess what, I'm
not going down with the ship.
Is anybody using my old locker?
Bitch, you got some mu'fuckin'
nerve to ask that question.
'Course not.
Yo' vanity ain't taken, neither.
Hmph.
Never thought I'd be back
here.
Must mean you ain't got no other choice.
Yeah.
Ain't no place like home.
Are you out your God forsaken mind?
We done went from
one auction block to another.
Let me take all my shit
fo' you start sellin' it all away.
And I'd take the muthafuckin' jukebox,
but I can't fit it in my Birkin!
Chucalissa General. Please hold.
Really?
Shit! God damn it!
Oh!
Who I gotta beat up now, baby?
Don't fight the water, chile.
Let it wash all over you.
Set you free.
Just remember mama's number one rule.
Bitches don't just cry.
They get even.
I hear you breathin' ♪
But your heart no longer
sounds strong ♪
But you kinda scared
of dyin', so you hold on ♪
And you keep on blackin' out
and your pulse is low ♪
Stop tryin' to fight the reaper ♪
Just relax and let it go ♪
Because there's no way
you can fight it ♪
Though you'll still try ♪
And you can try it till you fight it ♪
But you'll still die ♪
Your spirits leave your body
and your mind clears ♪
The rigor mortis starts to set ♪
Now you outta here ♪
I wrote you a extra one,
'case it get dark down in that hole.
You start your
journey into outer space ♪
You see yourself in the light ♪
But you're still feelin' outta place ♪
So you standin' in the
tunnel of eternal light ♪
And you see the ones ♪
You never learned to love in life ♪
Make the choice, let it go,
but you can back it up ♪
If you ain't at peace with
God, you need to patch it up ♪
But if you're ready, close your eyes ♪
And we can set it free ♪
Here lies a man not scared to die ♪
May he rest in peace ♪
I still got to wonder why ♪
I never seen a man cry ♪
'Til I seen that man die ♪
Lil' Murda!
Come here, man.
You done seen this shit yet?
Made that niggah casket-sharp.
What the fuck y'all gotta say
'bout that shit now?
You fuck wit' my set,
you gone get your wig split.
No cap, niggah. The fuck
is y'all talkin' 'bout?
That flip-floppin'
bitch-ass niggah Pico.
These young niggahs
ain't got no kinda couth.
- He claimin' this shit?
- Man.
Ain't no CFC shot him.
Police said somebody was tryin'
to jack him for his car.
- I heard
- It don't matter.
Somebody need to teach that lil' niggah
that you can't spit
on another man grave.
Hell yeah.
Hell yeah.
Hoo-hoo ♪
They do anything for clout, anything ♪
Do anything for clout ♪
Hoo-hoo ♪
They do anything for clout, anything ♪
Do anything for clout ♪
Whole lotta people need to hear this ♪
It's a lotta names
on my hit list, bap-bap ♪
Mouth still say
what it wants to, whoo ♪
Pussy still wet like a big bitch ♪
I should run
a whole blog at this rate ♪
They usin' my name for clickbait ♪
Bitches even wanna start fake beef ♪
To sell their lil' weave
and a mixtape ♪
They know I'm the bomb ♪
She might be the
prettiest bitch I've ever seen.
I know that mean,
they traffic is low ♪
Somebody just gotta
practice to launch ♪
So fuck bein' tame,
I'd rather be wild ♪
I guess that's what happens
when you stay dancin' past your prime.
That ain't gone be our story.
Terrance still want yo' ass.
I don't know what kinda juju
you put on that niggah,
cause he be textin' me,
uppin' his offer and shit.
I kinda
been thinkin' about it.
You better get this
easy money while you can,
else you gone be like that
2001 Mercedes wit' no AC.
- Ow.
- Ooh!
This is like watchin' my grandma
tryin' to set up her Wi-Fi.
That's why you need to let Terrance
eat that youthful pussy,
cause I can promise you,
ain't nobody gone be payin'
to be pickin' gray, geriatric
coochie hairs out they teeth.
Le-lemme see.
Should Whisper be a smart-ass bitch
and make triple what she
would make in this club?
- Yes!
- Hey!
Don't be messin' with my communication
with the universe.
Watchin' you.
You're not ready.
Wh-what?
Your shoulder is still healing.
I swear on God,
if you don't shut the hell
Gummy bear ♪
Yes, I'm a gummy bear ♪
Oh, I'm a yummy tummy funny lucky ♪
Hello.
Calm-calm down, lil' mama.
I'ma be right there.
Be right there.
An abortion?!
A fuckin' abortion?!
You need to slow yo' roll
'fo I stomp a cone in yo' ass
for drivin' my baby drunk
as a skunk yet again.
I ain't drunk
'cause nothin' sober nobody up
faster than findin' out
somebody done took a child
to get an abortion
without a guardian's permission.
Now, I know giving away babies
is somethin' you do in yo' family,
but in my house,
we own up to our decisions.
We don't just toss 'em to the side.
Why you think Terricka came
to me about this and not you?
Well, if I'm openin' my legs
recklessly to boys,
I guess you'd be my first choice too!
Cut the Queens
of Comedy routine, Shelle,
and answer my fuckin' question.
Why you think she came to me?
Maybe 'cause the person
who s'posed to be takin' care of her
be passed out everynight, half-naked,
with a bottle in her hand.
Oh, you not gone turn this on me,
'cause I'm workin' on it.
And I-I'm doin' my best
Well, yo' best
ain't good enough, Shelle.
- Mama.
- What?
No. She talkin' to me.
You been here for Terricka
once in 14 years
while I been here the whole time.
Except for when she needed you most.
Come on. Let's go home.
What you mean?
Let me call her drunk ass a Uber.
You can gone, go back to your room.
No.
I'ma drive her back home.
The hell you will.
I know how to drive. Thanks to you.
Okay. Let's go.
Talkin' 'bout drinkin'.
Here she get you a abortion,
she talkin' 'bout drinkin'.
Looking for the chewin' ♪
The skinny niggah is in the house ♪
I'm picking out these
stoutest bitches ♪
So I can give 'em ♪
The dicking of a player, no doubt ♪
I'm stabbing and grabbing
the ass with a grip ♪
Ooh, ay ♪
Ay, ay, oh ♪
Ooh!
Seem like yo' lil' irrigation system
heard the word on the street
that yo' ass like to be dominated.
Ha-ha.
You gone offer me a hand wit' this?
Unh-uh!
Not the house niggah axin' me
to be his field niggah.
Ugh!
What is you so mad for? Hmm?
Yo' lil' friend doin'
a death drop in them polls?
The bigger problem is Woodbine.
I'll be damned if I let
that hoodrat pastor
praise-dance this casino
into the ground.
Child, 'Trice is easy.
Only thing she love more than her pulpit
is the Gospel of Benjamin.
Wait. Why are you even
Cause the enemy of my enemy
is a bitch I can link up with.
You're the one decided we was enemies.
No, you the one who said
you wanted to put my club
up back on the auction block
and, if I remember correctly,
the one who still
tryin' to take it from me.
- That's just business, Clifford.
- No, it ain't.
Ever since childhood,
don't matter how many
sorry-you-a-secret toys
yo' daddy used to give you,
you still had to take whatever
hand-me-down Barbies I had
and rip they heads off.
I was playin' doctor.
What's yo' excuse now? Hmm?
You stirrin' up all this trouble
backin' that Great Value Obama
'cause you think he gone
give you some power
when, in reality, you got all you need.
Do you know what it feel like
to have the whole world
turn they nose up at you?
Yes, half-niggah, I do.
See, the difference 'tween us
is I know what I'll never be.
You love swimmin' against the tide.
The thing you gots to realize
is that water got a mind of its own.
Now you hold it back all you wanna,
but a river gone run a river.
Clifford, ain't nobody
got time for yo' riddles.
Hey, Granmuva Ernestine
gave me a new rule
'fo she went to the hospital.
Rule 7,629.
"If you can't get to the water,
sometimes you gotta bring
the water to you."
Oop! Now, that's word.
Ooh!
- Maybe you should fix that.
- Okay, Clifford.
You should fix that.
Why don't you see your way out?
Be careful, I get wet, I get wet ♪
Bitch, I get wet, pussy good ♪
Make a mess, make a mess ♪
Bitch, I get wet ♪
Be careful, I get wet, I get wet ♪
I get wet, be careful,
I get wet, I get wet ♪
Bitch, I get wet, waterslide ♪
Foreign ride, big bag ♪
Call me juice ♪
I treat that dick
like it's Six Flags ♪
Thunder drop,
the slim waist with the ♪
Roulette.
You sure about this?
My third eye's throbbin'
and my intuition tweakin' on ten.
Girl, that just nerves.
Enjoy that shit.
Bitch, this shit gone be easy.
Just lie on yo' back
and commune with the universe.
Hey!
'Sup, shawty?
Hey.
Uh I don't know
if I'm the right niggah
for the double trouble,
but shit, I'll be that today.
This ain't no buy one,
get one free, niggah.
Look, yo' ass pay for one,
that what yo ass gone get.
I'm just here to make sure
ain't no funny business,
- Na-mean?
- Come on, now.
You of all people know I ain't
'bout no funny business.
Niggah, I don't know you.
If I ain't stayin', you ain't neither.
Shit, aight
Make yourself at home.
Mmm.
Shit. How you doin', baby?
Andre Watkins says
he's a man you can trust,
a man for the people.
But Andre Watkins is a liar.
A Black boy born
to a drug-addicted mother.
Father died when I was
about seven years old.
His father, Abraham Watkins,
is very much alive,
on death row, charged with murder.
Bet you could use
a little bit of moonshine.
I just got to a point where
havin' no father was easier
than havin' one on death row.
- I don't know if that's true.
- Mm.
Tell that to the little boy pressin'
his face against the plexiglass,
tryin' to get a hug from his pops.
Well, at least that little boy
knew where his pops was.
- I'm sorry, I
- My point is
you could walk right in there
and ask him for
the whole story if you wanted.
Think I'm better off not knowing.
I remember counting down
the days till I was 18
so I could get my file,
find out who my parents really were.
- Did you ever get it?
- Mm.
No.
But, I always wish I could see
where I got this nose,
my eyes.
Even if that means
seein' them through plexiglass.
I wanted to be better than him.
You are better than him.
I mean, look where you are.
What you've done. Who you've become.
Who you're gonna be.
The next mayor of Chucalissa.
Ah, that dream is over.
- You're such a fuckin' punk.
- Wait, what?
Are you really gonna let
these white boys bully you?
Naw.
Maybe my wife's right. Hmm.
Don't make your mistress wrong.
I've been thinkin' a lot
about the other night.
Never done it quite like that before.
You wanna do it again?
It was memorable.
Mm-hmm.
But I hate to say I woke up the
next morning a bit disappointed.
Oh why?
I left the check on the nightstand.
I haven't cashed it yet.
Don't get me wrong, I loved
being with LaKiesha that night.
I guess I just wanted
to wake up next to Hailey.
I can't give you Hailey.
But I can give you
Autumn Night.
I ain't got no dollar bills, now.
Mm. You better cash that check, then.
I'll hold on to it
'til the next fundraiser.
That's it.
That's what we gone do.
W-w-wait.
Who are you callin'?
Right now, Hailey can't
give you what you want.
- Mm-hmm.
- But LaKiesha Savage,
can give you what you need.
- Hey, Autumn, girl.
- Hey, Brazil?
- Mm-hmm.
- You with Extra-Extra?
- Yep, yep.
- I need y'all to meet me.
- Okay
- ASAP.
Okay.
- Ah, yeah, yeah.
- Mm-hmm.
- Yeah ooh.
- Mm.
- Mm-hmm.
- Ooh.
Mm-hmm.
Ooh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
- Mm-hmm.
- Ahh ahh!
Got yo' ass.
- Ah ah ah!
- Mm.
Ah.
- Yeah.
- Whoo!
Fuck! Oh!
- Oh!
- Who the mu'fuckn
Crush champion, bitch?
Uh, uh, uh, uh.
Here you go.
It supposed to be 20 Benjies.
It supposed to be
whatever the fuck I give you.
- That's not what Roulette
- There a problem?
Hell naw.
- He short 200.
- Niggah,
quit playin'
and run her what we agreed on.
Look, she don't deserve all that, aight?
Besides, I'm the one
that put in all the work.
And this bitch can't even moan right.
Now, if she want mo', I'ma need mo'.
Oh, so now you know
how to work that tongue.
- What you say, bitch?
- I said you should be lucky
I even bother fakin' an orgasm.
I felt it in the second you walked in,
the aura of a man who's never
pleased a woman in his life.
Well, damn!
Say somethin' else, bitch!
Say some mo' slick shit!
- Huh? Say somethin' else!
- Lemme go.
Say somethin' else slick! I swear
How 'bout we play my favorite game?
In this gun is one bullet.
We don't know when
it's gone come out, now,
but what we do know is
I'ma pull that trigger every time.
So I hope you the kinda
niggah likes to gamble.
You bullshittin'.
Roulette!
- Fuck! What the
- Fuck!
I got me a good relationship wit' death.
How 'bout you?
Fuck! Look, I let her go!
- I let her go, bitch! What the fuck?
- Bitch?!
Fuck! Fuck!
- Stop!
- Shit!
- Stop!
- Oh, Jesus.
You still here.
But I wonder how long
that luck gone last.
Whisper, take this niggah clothes off.
Bitch, I said take his clothes off.
On yo' knees.
She said get on yo'
mu'fuckin' knees, bitch!
Open yo' mouth.
Show her.
Show my girl how you wanted her to moan.
Who got the dick-suckin' lips, now?
Y'all callin' me crazy ♪
When a bitch been ballin'
all day like Brady ♪
Long hair this wavy ♪
And a bitch been shoppin'
all day, no Macy's ♪
How 'bout first lady? ♪
You niggahs can't date me,
look at your savings ♪
You niggahs still waiting ♪
Still blowin' out daisies,
countin' on daydreams ♪
Not my fuckin' ride!
I'ma kill you bitches!
I'd like to see you try, niggah!
Get in! Get in!
Fuck!
None of these bitches gon' phase me ♪
Bitch I got 'em goin' crazy ♪
A bitch gassed like a Texaco ♪
I mean a bitch off shore
like a Mexico ♪
Crazy amazing, beaucoup bucks ♪
Fuck you, pay me ♪
Awful luxury fuckin' saved me ♪
Who knew you'd go fuckin' crazy? ♪
Two guns up, yeah ♪
I don't give a fuck ♪
I'm a big dog ♪
Lil' niggah, you a pup ♪
Pull up at ya spot ♪
Walk up on it, shoot it up ♪
Yo' bitch, she on the Molly ♪
Yeah, I got her booted up ♪
I just bought a pistol ♪
It got 30 rounds in it ♪
Pull up at yo' mama house ♪
And put some rounds in ♪
Wet a niggah block ♪
And watch them niggahs drown in it ♪
Hunnid round drum ♪
Gun a niggah down with it ♪
- Hey, Daddy.
- Hey.
What you doin'?
Yo' lil' tail need to be up in bed.
I don't wanna go to sleep.
- I'm waiting on you.
- I'll be home.
- Okay. Love you.
- Love you.
Bye.
Baby Bwoooy
Murda?
Aye, I don't want no trouble, man.
That's wild, 'cause word on the street
that's exactly what you lookin' for.
This 'bout Teak? I ain't kill that man.
My boys been clownin' me
ever since that niggah
beat my ass in Memphis.
I was just talkin' shit, man.
You claimin' to be God when you ain't.
I ain't do nothing, I swear.
Yet you wanna claim a body
without claimin' the weight
that come wit' it.
The heaviness of his body
slumped over on you
fightin' to breathe.
Chokin'. Vomit.
Blood gushin' out that head wound.
White painted red.
Please, man. You know my mama.
You know how much she need me.
I got another baby on the way.
And my son my son my son
just turned six.
Tyson.
Yeah.
I'll let him know his daddy love him.
I'm on that slaughter gang shit ♪
Shit, murder gang shit ♪
Shit, slaughter gang shit ♪
Shit, murder gang shit ♪
I'm on that slaughter gang shit ♪
Shit, murder gang shit ♪
Shit, slaughter gang shit ♪
Shit, murder gang shit ♪
Shit, slaughter gang shit ♪
Murder gang shit ♪
Slaughter gang shit ♪
Murder gang shit ♪
Slaughter gang shit ♪
Murder gang shit ♪
This for the scammers and the
trappers blowin' money ♪
Bullets that take you away
from your mama ♪
Aye, aye, get out the goddamn way, man!
Get out the way, man!
Queen comin' through.
Goddamn, 'Cedes.
Fine as a mu'fucka. Shit.
Mm-mm-mm. Look at you goddamn!
I guess the CFC
don't give a fuck 'bout no CDC.
Well, I know a CFC niggah
that give a fuck
about a MerCDC.
Mane! Mane!
- Somebody popped Pico!
- Whu?
Aye, Mane.
You just got out of jail this mornin'.
Let them folks ain't got no ankle
bracelets deal with this niggah shit.
Get yo' shit! Get yo' shit now!
Mm-mm-mm.
Damn gators
eatin' my ass up tonight. Shit!
That's 'cause you got some sweet blood.
You feelin' like talkin' 'bout it?
I-I walked in the room,
and I knew it was only gone be
three of us comin' out
alive,
so I
And-and that's not me.
And I but now that is me,
and I don't know how to be okay
with the fact that I'm a
Mercedes.
I wish I coulda
been there to protect you.
You deserve that
and more.
Does it ever go away?
The nightmares?
Guilt?
Naw.
So what you do wit' it then?
You make a difference
in someone else's life.
Pray that it cancels out
with the man upstairs.
Maybe I can make a difference
in yo' life.
If you let me.
That's
That's not what I'm lookin' for.
I'm lookin' for somethin' else
I hope you find what you lookin' for.
Hmm.
Here you go.
You would not believe.
Thought I saw you today.
I figure, 'cause I been
comin' here less and less,
that you been needin'
to come here more and more.
I don't know why I'm surprised,
'cause you always did love
pokin' yo' nose
in everybody else's business, hmm?
I'm sorry I ain't visit you
like I used to.
Maybe I've been avoidin' you
'cause I ain't wanna have to
come here, have to admit
I'm failin'.
Oh, don't take her.
I promise I'll visit you
every week, if you just
Just let her live.
Oh, God, I miss you, Mama.
Oh.
And all I'm asking is just
I'm just asking I don't have to
miss Ernestine too.
Proverbs 24:16: ♪
"For though a righteous man ♪
"falls seven times, ♪
"he will rise again ♪
"But the wicked ♪
will stumble into calamity" ♪
Amen.
Every tumble I ever took only
brought me closer to my Lord ♪
Ooh, that is why ♪
I forgive the crackers, ♪
for they know not what they do ♪
Oh, thank you, @shaquilleoatmeal,
for the one hundred dollars
you are sewing into yo' life.
Have mercy ♪
Jesus of Nazareth!
Ten thousand dollars?
Whoo!
Ten thousand dollars ♪
from @BrerRabbit! ♪
Well, we jump! ♪
And we hop! ♪
In the name of Jesus! ♪
Br'er Rabbit, oh! ♪
Praise! Praise! ♪
Whoo.
I don't know who sent it,
but it did come with a message.
"Cash me outside."
Br'er Rabbit.
- Ha.
- Pastor Woodbine.
Soon to be
Mayor Woodbine.
I'm gone need you
to drop out the race, Woodbine.
Look.
Let me tell you a lil' somethin',
you light-skinded trickster.
These streets know my knees.
And these folks,
the tired, the hungry, the poor,
they know my soul.
Now, I might've started
this campaign out of spite,
but the Lord has shown me
all the good that can come
from that mayor's office.
But is that the pulpit you want?
The heart of a man plans his way,
but the Lord establishes his
Her steps.
Take that as you pray on it.
I got more where that came from.
All glory to God.
You stupid ♪
Pop it like a wheelie ♪
Hop on top and I go silly ♪
Pretty, tight, and sticky ♪
Fuck him once, he won't forget me ♪
Wet, wet, bust it like the blicky ♪
If I fuck around and leak
the tape, I win a Emmy ♪
Pop it like a wheelie,
hop on top and I go silly ♪
Pretty, tight, and sticky ♪
Fuck him once, he won't forget me ♪
Wet, wet, bust it like the blicky ♪
If I fuck around and leak
the tape, I win a Emmy ♪
Whoo! Where in the fuck
did you get this beauty?
Don't make me jealous, now.
I told you don't be
worryin' 'bout all that.
I just need this bussdown by tomorrow,
and I know you know somebody.
What if I am that somebody?
Boy, bye.
I'll bussdown a lot more
than this car, you let me.
What?
That's all I'm gettin'?
You can barely handle these lips.
And these labias, baby,
on another level.
Ain't no one comin' lookin' for this?
Nope.
Uh-huh.
Not even, uh, Terrance Walker?
I have it on suspicion
that he not gone tell nobody
'bout how this car got here.
Mm-hmm.
Where you want me
to drop yo' bussdown at?
Down in the Valley, baby!
You know the rest!
Let the beat drop, man.