♪ She a hoe, she a dancer,
she a stripper, watch her... ♪
Hey, what's hanging?
It's Guapdad4000, baby.
I'm back in Miami,
and I'm back handsome.
Oh, never mind.
I'm stuck that way.
Jigga Juice,
what's happening, man?
How you liking
that 305 experience?
Oh, you already know
how we do, man.
Do something the dinosaurs
couldn't do
- and make it clap.
- Oh my god...
- And this is my manager right here. You already know.
- Oh.
We got it out the mud.
- We gotta boss up with the n*gg*s! Come on now!
- Hey, come on.
- It's the only way. Come on, now. Put it on.
- Give us some of that.
This is a whole motherfuckin'
Miami takeover, baby!
It's a check about as big
as a body-positive bitch.
- Jigga, what's happenin', man? Talk to 'em.
- Man, get that cam out my face!
I don't feel like addressing
none of you n*gg*s, man!
Ay, ay, ay.
Tonight's festivities
is brought to you by,
uh, the Duke of Titties.
It's the Duke of Miami, fam!
- But you know I show n*gg*s a good time. Hey!
- Yeah.
I got dr*gs!
♪ If it wasn't for that
grandaddy smokin' ♪
♪ Yadidamean, fasho,
Know what I mean, fasheezy ♪
♪ Yadidamean, fasho,
Know what I mean, fasheezy ♪
♪ Yadidamean, fasho,
Know what I mean, fasheezy ♪
♪ Yadidamean, fasho,
Know what I mean, fasheezy ♪
- Man, I know y'all enjoyed y'all self.
- Oh, hell yeah. You did that?
Boy, I keep it
smackin' around here.
I add fire where I see
fire. Next thing you know,
we all lit!
So, uh, sh*t...
- you the manager, right?
- Oh, you know. That's me.
- Dang, business lookin' real good for y'all.
- Oh, this? Yeah, you know,
it's just a little
somethin'-somethin', you feel?
- Yeah, I feel that.
- Yo, look,
I appreciate you taking care of us though.
Nah, the night was
crazy! We needed this!
And you seen Guap?
sh*t, you a real one.
So, uh, how you wanna do this?
You trying to get
squared away tonight?
Oh, yeah. Yeah, we got you.
Yo, next time we in town,
you gonna be the first
one we call, aight? Yo, JB!
You make sure we get
the Duke's car out the valet?
I would... Well,
sh*t, tell Guapdad...
Tell Guapdad... Tell him bye.
♪ Black house on
the track, babe ♪
♪ Tricky ass n*gga, that's
someone I would never be ♪
♪ I won't buy you nothing
you can't afford yourself ♪
♪ f*cking with me,
bitch, your status ♪
♪ Which means just being
in my presence is a feat ♪
♪ Bootytato, she caught me
dead, like 'em old enough ♪
♪ You can see in front of
me, thought I saw a puddy tat ♪
♪ Don't call her a hoe, she
just a product of her habitat ♪
- Y'all good?
- It's 'bout hot as sh*t up in there.
We about to ride
around with the air on.
You in the hood now, baby.
Damn! What happened here?
I know you ain't coming in
here, smelling like the balls
you don't even have to ask
me about a g*dd*mn thing.
sh*t, I know you can't smell.
This house smell like hot ass,
and you just sit in it.
- What you say? I can't hear you.
- Nothing, man.
Bro, it smell like
an aquarium in here.
Yo girls been staying here?
Since we talking about
it, I'm gonna need you
to cover rent this month.
What you mean?
- I been gone for two weeks!
- I mean what the f*ck I said.
Business been slow.
These b*tches ain't
hittin' like they used to.
And, quiet as it's kept,
you been encroaching on
my clients any f*cking way.
We don't even got the
same demographic, Unc!
And if business been slow for
you, what you think it's been for me?
I mean, if you
listened to anything
I said over the
years, you'd be set.
Right. Be livin' the life, huh?
Oh, you must have
forgot I ain't charge you sh*t
the first six months
when you moved out here.
Alright. Alright.
If I pay the rent this month,
you'll get the air fixed?
I'll tell you like
I tell my hoes.
I don't negotiate with b*tches.
You don't negotiate
with Fabuloso either.
Yo, show some respect.
Get your feet off my furniture.
So, why
you look like you drowning?
I am drowning.
Put my little homie up on game.
Say hello to my little friend.
Yo...
Come
on! I send you all to f*ckin' hell!
Mm-mmm. That baby don't
need to be watching that mess.
- Grandma, she good! She like it!
- Mm...
I got a session in an hour.
- Think you can watch her for a little bit?
- Of course.
She can go with me to the store.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
I do have work, aight?
Papa gotta make money.
I'll make it up to you.
♪ When I bow down to my
bitch, it come with a big rock ♪
♪ Do you wan' know how it is ♪
♪ When you a big dawg? ♪
♪ Tick tock, tick tock, ten
sh*ts to your side like tick tock ♪
Yo, what the f*ck?
No, n*gg*s didn't...
f*ck!
You lookin' for your car?
- Yeah.
- Well, they came and towed it early this morning.
I knew they was
lookin' for somebody.
They kept circling the block.
I woulda said something
if I knew it was you.
♪ Hey, hey, hey, yo ♪
♪ Black car swiping
sh*t, deep into Chanel ♪
♪ Mouth stay closed, you
don't do no kiss and tell ♪
♪ Said it so good, told
me send it in the mail ♪
♪ I do what I want, give a
f*ck about how you feel ♪
♪ She waited, rat sh*t... ♪
Let's go!
Yo.
Oh... You got a pen
or something sharp?
Dramatic ass.
Use your nails.
I clip my shits,
dirty nail n*gga.
This from one of
the IDs I gave you?
Nah, cuh, that sh*t was gris.
This from this
other little plug I got.
You lonely at work?
- You miss me?
- Um, actually, no. I don't.
My "faucet" is broken.
- Oh, it's broken, huh? What, it's dripping?
- Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.
- Leaking?
- I just need you to fix it.
- I'm headed home after my shift.
- Aight. Lucky for you,
you caught me right on time.
And I know how to fix
everything. I got you later.
- Thank you. Thank you. Bye.
- Aight. Yeah.
- Look like we about to double up. You ready? sh*t.
- Yeah.
♪ Up, down, in, out, trying
to make this p*ssy break ♪
♪ Say he want it in his face ♪
♪ Wetter than who rub it in ♪
♪ We be bugging,
now they had it ♪
- My bad. This still a good time?
- Yep. Y... Keep going!
You think n*gg*s not gonna be
talking while you dance? You stay in it.
Win us back, baby.
Anyway, hey.
Last night was on, huh?
Oh, hell yeah. Line
wrapped around the block?
- Fire department almost shut us down.
- For real?
What about my
boy Ben Simmons though?
- I told him to come through. I already know he showed out.
- Hell yeah.
We could barely keep up with
all the money he was throwing.
You know, he was
throwing so much money,
I almost pulled my titty out.
- She likes it.
- See?
This why you need to
give me the whole week.
Man, I don't even
know why you still f*ck
with them other
lame-ass promoters.
Look, speaking of...
Here you go.
Ten percent. Mm...
Man, what the f...
You just told me they was
making it rain last night.
My n*gga, this
barely a sprinkle.
He only got two
bottles for his section,
and that's where
your cut comes from.
Man, that's some bullshit.
All the business
I'm bringing in here?
The athletes, the
rappers, the trap n*gg*s?
- They all come in here because of the Duke.
- Look, a deal's a deal.
You ain't the only
one I got to pay!
Alright, thank
you. I'll be in touch.
Thank you so much
for the opportunity.
You did great!
You gonna hire her?
f*ck no.
- What's up, Chyna? Henny?
- What's up, Titties?
You did real good out there.
- If he don't hire you, he's a dummy.
- Thank you.
- I really want this.
- I feel you. So, look.
If you looking to
make some extra cash,
holler at me. I can
take care of you.
- Mm...
- Let me see your phone.
There. Duke.
- Lock me in.
- Okay.
There she go.
Ain't nobody tryna
be your Zola! Girl, bye!
You just mad 'cause I ain't ever
wanna recruit your ugly-foot ass.
- Toes looking like tree branches.
- Shut up!
- What you watching?
- Mia.
She's rapping now,
and it's good, too.
- Lemme see that.
- Mia's doing it big.
She got out the club,
started a OnlyFans,
now she using her
following to cash in on music.
- She's f*ckin' smart.
- And the bitch's brows is always even.
Like, I can't even hate on
her. Like, she on Cardi B sh*t.
- Play the sh*t again.
- Gotta do it like...
Classy. I'm a real
bitch, but I'm nasty. Ride the D...
Yo, Milio. What's poppin', bro?
Lamont. What's up, boy?
sh*t, nothin'.
Chillin'. Hey, yo,
I was hitting you about
that, uh, invoice I sent over.
- I ain't heard nothing back yet.
- Oh, word?
- Yeah.
- Just business affairs, man.
They moving slow as f*ck.
Hey, but you hear
this track though?
It's bangin', ain't it?
Yeah, that sh*t orchestral.
Hey, about this invoice, though,
like, it's been three months,
and I still ain't heard sh*t.
Ain't no telling, man, you
know? It's hard to say really.
Alright, so is there
somebody that I can call?
I mean, you could call BA
again, but it ain't gonna make
the money get
there no quicker, dog.
Some n*gg*s wait years
to see the bread, dog.
- It's just part of the game, man.
- Alright. So, is it...
Is it a way I can get, like,
an advance or something?
- Like, I'm broke as sh*t...
- Hey, hey, my n*gga. Listen here, man.
You talkin' to the
wrong person, man.
Eh, keep grinding though.
f*ck.
♪ f*ck all this ♪
♪ f*ck this, yo, bitch ♪
♪ I been getting cash ♪
♪ Cash, bitch ♪
♪ Racks, yo, big racks, I
need my cake like a fat bitch ♪
♪ Got baguettes in my richer
meal, bitch, I'm damn rich ♪
♪ Yo, I just cracked... ♪
I called earlier.
♪ I'm dead sick of
y'all, I been hustling... ♪
Whatever I can get, man.
♪ Yo, I been hustling for real ♪
♪ Now, I'm dead
'cause of y'all ♪
Yes, ma'am?
- Melissa wanted to say hi.
- Hi, Daddy.
- When are you coming back?
- Um, I'ma be back soon.
- Alright? I promise.
- Okay.
Alright. Love you.
What are you doing?
You know I got to go soon.
- You taking a break?
- Yeah, something like that.
I know you said you
don't want my help,
but Pastor said he's still got
a job for you if you interested.
Oh, j-j-just jot
down this number.
Aight. What is it?
305-262-5767.
Alright. Thank you.
Okay.
I don't need a bag for that.
That'll be 19.20.
- Debit or credit?
- Credit.
ID, please.
Thank you. Next!
Christmas shopping
a little early, are we?
Actually, our families, w-we
Jehovah's Witnesses. We don't...
We don't believe in Christmas.
Okay...
You don't
got anybody else working?
Can y'all open up another line, please?
Okay. The total is...
$5,342.15.
- Will you be paying with debit or credit?
- Credit.
Okay. ID, please.
Ah...
Oh! Oh, I'm so sorry. Uh, Burt,
did you get that
formula for Tati Judith?
She texted me
earlier, bro. Don't...
You remember what happened
last time you forgot that sh*t?
- Uh, I think so. Yeah.
- Yes, I scanned some.
I'm so sorry. Um...
Do you mind if I just...
I just need to check
the bags real quick.
- Real quick.
- Um, I'm pretty sure I scanned some, right?
No, no, no, no. See,
my auntie, she about to
get on a flight, like, tonight,
so I don't need her mad with me.
- Yeah. Okay. Okay.
- Thank you so much.
You remember where
you started at? Oh.
Was this on sale?
-'Cause that's
not... -I-I-I think so.
I just don't wanna
be getting overcharged.
Let me just pull this over here.
Okay. Uh...
- Cuh, had the thing right here.
- Yeah?
Here it is right here. I'm so sorry.
Oh look! And it went through,
- so all good. Yay.
- Cool.
- Cool.
- Okay. Have a good day.
- Thank you.
- That's it.
Next!
I'm here. Where's your car?
Out of commission.
- So, you need a ride?
- No.
I just need the car seat.
- Where the f*ck is you gonna put a car seat?
- What do you think?
W-what do you do
when you don't got a car?
Call a Uber?
- There we go.
- You know what?
Take the placement money
and buy your own car seat.
- How about that?
- Wait, what placement money?
- I gave that sh*t to you.
- So you gave me all the money?
- Why the f*ck would you do that?
- Did I have a f*cking choice?
I didn't know that my
car was gonna get towed,
and I thought I was gonna
get paid for this placement sh*t,
and they still ain't paid me
nothing for my engineer work,
alright? I...
It's like I'm begging motherf...
Over this sh*t.
I see you.
Thank you.
You good?
Yeah. Just gotta...
figure some sh*t out.
Long as I known you, you always
been so focused on your music.
I hated it when I
was with you, but...
I respected it.
Because you're so good at it.
Sound like you believe
in me or some sh*t.
It's 'cause you a rapper now?
And when was you
gonna mention that?
You don't tell me sh*t.
Yeah, aight.
I'm gonna give you
the money for the car.
What? Nah. Nah, f*ck all
that. I don't need no handouts.
It's not a handout.
Maybe you could
listen to our song.
We need somebody to produce it.
♪ Look at this, way too
many hoes on my d*ck ♪
♪ I can't even take
a f*cking piss ♪
♪ Big weird, stop acting
like R. Kelly, lil bruh ♪
♪ Fake woke hoes, they
just f*cking for brunch ♪
♪ Bitch, my money longer
than the DMV line, line ♪
♪ Cartier my eyes, got my
VV, VV sublime-lime-lime ♪
♪ Money talk... ♪
What's up? I was
actually just about to...
What?!
Okay, so boom. Check this.
I was here like this.
Scoot here, Treasure.
- So, I'm down here.
- Ooh yeah, baby.
- That's it. That's it.
- And I don't know, like,
-the n*gga must've... -Wait,
what is your head doing?
His sh*t was crooked,
so this is my angle, bitch.
- Oh...
- So, the n*gga...
- Did you try that succotash technique I told you about?
- No, bitch!
- His pubes was too long, so I didn't want no sh*t getting st...
- Can you finish?!
Treasure, stop
interrupting her! Damn!
And how the f*ck did that n*gga
know where the money was at?!
sh*t, I don't know! I-I
think the sh*t was planned
'cause the n*gga came
through the door like...
Boom! Get yo ass on the ground!
He didn't even do all that.
Bitch, you wasn't there!
What kind of g*n did he have?
You know I don't
know g*ns like that.
Maybe it was a Glock.
What's a Glock look like?
That was all our
money for the week!
Do y'all know anything
about this n*gga?
He was in a black car.
I came out the shower
when it pulled off.
Anything more specific?
- He wore Goodfellow underwear.
- How the f*ck
- is that supposed to help us, Treasure?
- I don't know!
Maybe the n*gga worked
at Target or something!
Okay, so we supposed
to go to customer service
- and ask for a p*ssy refund?
- Girl, maybe!
Hey. Did you say he had a
black car? Was it a Nissan?
Yeah.
- Did it have a Heat logo?
- Mm-hmm.
How we gonna get paid, Duke?
- Hey.
- What's up?
Oh, sh*t!
I thought somebody
was sitting there.
It's my roommate's. She been
leaving her hair everywhere!
- Yo, you live around the corner from my auntie.
- I do?
Yeah. How long you
been staying here?
- Like, a year?
- Mm.
Why was it so urgent? What
happened to that last re-up?
Student loans, rent.
Plus, I needed to get
some gear for my studio.
- Look at you.
- You wanna see it?
- I get to see your room?
- See,
why you making this
something it's not?
Give a n*gga an inch.
Just happy I get to
see something new.
- Ta-da.
- Okay!
I thought for sure your room
was going to be painted all black.
- What is that supposed to mean?
- Nothing.
You just seem like the type to
be punching holes in the wall.
Oh! SM7B?
First of all, what do
you know about that?
I know some sh*t now.
- Me and Mia just made our first song.
- Oh, oh!
- For real?
- Yeah. It's really different,
- but it's also really f*cking good.
- Mm.
I just got to work out the
production 'cause, right now,
- we just recorded over a K-Wang instrumental.
- Mm.
Now I know why you
needed that extra bread.
Honestly, I'm shocked you
came through so quickly.
I told you I'm Mr. Fix It.
And my connect was on
standby. That n*gga was ready.
- Well, thank you.
- You welcome. To be honest,
I thought you would have
copped out a long time ago.
Yeah, I was going to,
but I need the money,
and it's not that hard.
But I don't want to
keep doing it. Like,
- just every now and then.
- That's all I need.
Alright? 'Cause n*gg*s is making
some real jwett money right now.
Look, honestly, bruh, you
gimme a couple more pieces...
I keep doing all the dirty work.
Okay.
♪ g*dd*mn ♪
♪ What a sheesh ♪
♪ Looking for a thick
bitch named Keesh ♪
♪ Dope boy with a reefer ♪
♪ Blowing pound,
eyes low like Keesha ♪
♪ Fly with a n*gga,
make him pay for it ♪
♪ Send him money, send
a wire, n*gga, transport it ♪
♪ Ass you can win a
walk, so he can't ignore it ♪
♪ Shorty, come and get
your man, pretty bitch... ♪
- How it go?
- He said he was gonna fly me out to wherever they playing next.
♪ n*gga say I got the yams ♪
Sound like it went good to me.
♪ Car gimme sh*t,
n*gga act a fool with it ♪
♪ p*ssy fat that's
thick like cold grease ♪
♪ Bitch, I'm young in Miami,
who you f*cking with? ♪
Them hoes got robbed?
That's some rookie sh*t.
You need to let them
b*tches go for that.
- And then what?
- We start over.
They're not in this sh*t to win.
They got you working
overtime and I don't like that.
These new hoes ain't
got no damn ambition.
You seen Mia doing music now?
I saw it.
What you think about it?
I mean, I don't
think nothing at all.
All she doing is talking
sh*t, and I could do that.
I see.
Why?
You thinking about
trying to recruit her again?
Maybe she could replace
loose-p*ssy Jazmin ass.
I don't know.
Something like that.
♪ Lame-ass hoes, they
keep coming 'round here ♪
♪ 50-inch reefer,
n*gg*s out my ear ♪
♪ 1942, I be popping... ♪
All I know is, cuh,
they better re-sell some of this sh*t.
If they smart.
How long that girl been
running cards for you?
For, like, three or four months.
You trust her?
No!
Come on, man. You know I
don't trust none of these b*tches.
Not one of them.
Hey, Tati Judith said make
sure you label that sh*t, cuh.
She don't want
Roselyn accidentally
taking two of them again.
You know she talking
about she colorblind?
All I know is, bro, we
don't need no excuses.
Help me get these in the car.
- I'ma tell Auntie we'll take her to the airport.
- Where the keys at?
- Uh...
- Aight.
Tati!
sh*t.
What, you don't
like it? It's bad?
No, no, it's actually fire.
Vocals' crisp. sh*t, I didn't
think it was gonna be that good.
Yeah, I tried to stuff it up.
- Yeah, we official.
- I see.
I bet this sh*t probably
cost, what, a few grand?
Yeah. I'm probably
gonna return it.
Nah, please don't do that.
I'm gonna try and fix that.
♪ Ah, ah, ah... ♪
- What you doing? It's done?
- Yeah. Check this sh*t out.
♪ Ah, ah, ah... ♪
- What?!
- Mm.
♪ I'ma spend his cream ♪
This for
real, dog? What?
sh*t, I know. Thank you, ladies.
Hey, whatever.
You know I got you.
Oh my god. Damn!
♪ Go insane in it, said this
p*ssy too wild, no taming it ♪
Yes! What?
♪ If he ain't got
change, if he do... ♪
Okay!
Hey!
I been seeing that damn freestyle
all up and down my timeline.
Thank you.
Girl, we just finished
our first song.
- sh*t raw, for real.
- Man, that's what's up.
That's why I f*ck with
you. You don't limit yourself.
- So, what y'all gonna do with the song?
- I don't know.
I'm really just leaving
it up to Shawna.
She experienced in all this.
Well, you know I know everybody.
Let me help y'all out.
I can get it in front
of the right people.
You'd help us for free?
Yeah, but as your manager.
Me and you go back.
We speak the same language.
We know what it's like
to get it out the mud.
sh*t, we can get
this sh*t together.
Hey. I always said
you was a star.
I'm just sh**t' my sh*t.
On some real sh*t, I
already got a vision for y'all.
Man, when I heard
the sh*t, I'm like, oh!
♪ I feel like I'm
Gucci Mane in 2006 ♪
♪ All these diamonds, dancing on
my f*cking neck cost like four bricks ♪
♪ And the way that I be toting on
that strap, don't make no sense ♪
♪ He a million dollar n*gga
but be posted in the bricks ♪
♪ Ayy, it make no sense, yeah ♪
♪ It make no sense, uh ♪
♪ It make no sense, g*dd*mn ♪
♪ Make no sense, yeah ♪
♪ Make no sense, nah-uh ♪
♪ Make no sense,
ay-ay YoungBoy ♪
♪ Make no sense,
nah, it make no sense ♪
♪ I could hit it,
I could whip it ♪
♪ I could bag it,
I could stash it ♪
♪ I could trap out
like a m*therf*cker ♪
♪ And you know me, bitch ♪
♪ I just bought
another .30 burner ♪
♪ I whip too hard, so I got Ike
and Meech, got Tina Turner ♪
♪ It don't make sense,
I'm not alright, bitch ♪
♪ I'll put you under, ain't
cut too much, I got that sh*t ♪
♪ That make them
tweak, like damn ♪
♪ Can't be in front
the trap too much ♪
♪ The world know who I am ♪
♪ This sh*t ain't sweet,
who close to me ♪
♪ I see them hatin' like damn ♪
♪ All I know, get that money
still gon' be the one to slay 'em ♪
♪ Like n*gga, uh,
n*gga, n*gga, bitch ♪
♪ n*gga bow with my
jewelry, f*ck the jury ♪
♪ I feel like I'm
Gucci Mane in 2006 ♪
♪ All these diamonds, dancing on
my f*cking neck cost like four bricks ♪
♪ And the way that I be toting on
that strap, don't make no sense ♪
♪ He a million dollar n*gga
but be posted in the bricks ♪
♪ Ayy, it make no sense,
it make no sense ♪
♪ Oh, it make no sense,
g*dd*mn, make no sense... ♪
01x03 - Something for The Hood
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The show follows Mia Knight and Shawna Clark, two estranged high school friends from Miami who come back together to form a rap group.
The show follows Mia Knight and Shawna Clark, two estranged high school friends from Miami who come back together to form a rap group.