- What you say, hoe?
- I said excuse...
Bitch!
- The f*ck...
- Freeze! Y'all see this sh*t?
All my good sis Tabby
said was "excuse me."
But you know what?
You can tell by the cut
of this bitch's
Mary J. Blige-ass boots
that she's just
an aggressive individual.
Don't judge me for
this next part.
- Oh my god! Am I bleeding?
- Call security! Call the mayor!
Call Eric Adams!
I did extensive research
on these two dusty hoes.
The assailant and the accomplice
are Shawna and
Mia, respectively.
Apparently, they rap.
We want a f*cking apology.
And we not gonna take our feet
off your m*therf*cking neck
until we get one!
You have 24 hours to respond,
or else we'll be
dragging that ass
back to Joseline's Cabaret!
- Bitch.
- Ronnie, stop making
- basic b*tches famous...
- Put some respect on this.
Rosa Parks didn't
die on a bus for this...
That ghetto girl
and them bird nails.
- Bitch got some nerve...
- Your homie need to go solo...
- Yo! I found her OnlyFans...
- Whose d*ck do you need to suck
- to get into first class...
- Why are Black women so violent, man?
This is why
nobody wants y'all...
What kinda trash-ass mama is this bitch?
Mommy?
Am I going to school?
♪ Me and my Glock
one and the same ♪
♪ 'Cause we both
got extensions ♪
♪ Ay, dog, don't try
to give me your heart ♪
♪ 'Cause I got bad intentions ♪
♪ I'm really a
good girl at heart ♪
♪ I just make bad decisions ♪
- Hey, y'all.
- Hey, Shawna.
- Hey, girl.
- We've been texting you.
We wanted to make sure that
you were okay after what happened.
Y'all spoken?
No, no.
You see his Insta story?
That press release
that n*gga did?
What, he Cory
Booker or something?
I saw it. He's just trying to
make himself look better.
Look, he knows he
f*cked up, alright?
Y'all have been
together a long time,
and you've been
through a lot of changes.
- It just seems that if you talked...
- f*ck him!
Jill, you saw what
the f*ck he did.
Look, I don't give a f*ck! Like,
why are we talking
about this n*gga?
It's okay if you do give a f*ck.
It's valid to be hurt.
Yeah, you would
think that, but, honestly,
- I'm good. I'm chillin'. For real.
- Okay.
You guys don't believe me?
Hot girl Shawna is
here! I'm in the building!
Ain't no n*gga holdin' me back!
- Period!
- It's "periodt" with a T,
but that's not the point.
- This is it for y'all?
- Yep.
Cliff couldn't handle
a real bitch like me.
He just mad 'cause
I'm up, and he's stuck!
Okay, onto the sh*t
that actually affects me,
did Crystal say
anything about...
- the slappening?
- No. Y'all are not the first rappers
to fight at a party.
But, I would let that
Ronnie sh*t die down.
Okay. Say less,
girl. I hear you.
- Right.
- Okay, bye.
- Talk you later.
- Bye, babe.
What's up?
Oh... Hey.
You smoking on the job?
Man, you know I'm not finna
to deal with these n*gg*s sober.
I feel that.
You trying to go to the beach?
- With who?
- With me, fool!
You trying to hang out?
Right now?
- Your roommate's at the house f*cking again.
- No.
Probably.
Are you coming or what?
Ah well. f*ck this job.
♪ I've taken all
I can rock with ♪
Come here!
♪ Glad that I dropped
out of college ♪
Ma'am, as I said, you have...
And as I said, I'm
not finna carry my ass
down to Lincoln
Road for this sh*t!
Y'all need to fix my computer!
Ma'am, I'm
gonna place you on a brief hold.
Oh my god...
Don't nobody know how to
fix the f*cking sh*t? Damn!
Oh! They about to pass
me back and forth! Watch!
- So, you want me to watch the baby?
- Yeah.
My homegirl said she
gonna cover my shift
so I can get my head straight.
Thank you for holding, ma'am.
We'll be right with you.
So, what's the
problem this week?
I had an altercation
in New York.
Someone caught it on camera,
now they won't get
off my ass about it.
That's it?
Girl, you fighting in these
streets ain't nothin' special.
Who'd you smack? Puffy?
Basically.
People talking about Melissa.
Somebody said they're
gonna call CPS on me.
n*gg*s tried that
CPS sh*t with me
no less than 78 times.
Yet here you are, in my house,
eating up my damn food.
It's different, Ma.
M-my career tied up in this!
M-Mia, what exactly
is your career?
Girl, y'all kids so wrapped up
in this internet. My brand this,
and my business,
and blah-blah-blah.
Really, ain't
nobody stuntin' y'all.
Ma, something else did
happen in New York...
- that I need to talk to you about.
- Ah, Melissa!
Get off the rug with that dog!
Coco, don't you show out
'cause your niece is here!
Don't you try that
scootin' sh*t, skid marks
all over my damn rug!
Ain't nobody gonna be
here to clean it but me!
Come on, baby. Tell GG bye.
- What's your problem?
- Bye, GG.
It's obvious you in a bad mood,
and you ain't trying to
hear what I'm saying.
I heard you! I really don't know
what it is you want me to say!
You not saying. You screaming.
Nobody wanna be around
you when you acting like that.
You get mad at the world,
and you wanna take
it out on everybody.
You know what? It is
what it is. Go get your bag.
- Bye.
- Bye.
♪ I like catching
my head to my ass ♪
♪ Do the dash, can
you make it go fast? ♪
♪ f*ck the fame,
all I want is... ♪
Get this, get this.
It's cold, it's cold, it's cold.
Hoo!
Mia still not answering?
Nah. My n*gga
Mia probably somewhere
bleaching a lace
front or somethin'.
Well, that's f*cked up.
So, you basically
spent all of our money
on them hoes for nothing?
See, you need to calm down.
I told you I'm planting seeds.
Planting seeds. You forgot
these b*tches ain't got no loyalty.
You forgot that. And
you have to understand,
you had they song played.
All this attention
is because of you.
Now, they playing in yo face.
Trifling-ass hoes.
Ungrateful hoes.
"Planting seeds." I would
b*at they ass if it was up to me.
What?
♪ Good life, good tree ♪
♪ Be you sucka free ♪
Hey!
- Hey, what up!
- Look who's here?
Yeah. Just
thought I'd switch it up.
D'ussé and DeLeón!
Support Black businesses.
- Bitch, you stole that!
- Girl,
you still gonna drink it.
Esther said it was okay!
Esther gonna b*at your ass!
Uh-uh! Why you
not dancing, stank face?
Who wanna lose at Uno?
Yes, girl, deal me in!
Please peep this.
Y'all...
This serial k*ller brought
his own mangoes to the beach,
and now he is sitting
here, cutting them up!
Why do you have a
loose backpack Kn*fe, Maurice?
No sheath? No nothing?
You know
what? No. This is the most...
Haitian sh*t I have ever seen!
Wait. Hold on.
- What are you doing?
- Doing it right.
No, because what happened
to the plain, beautiful
mango I had before?
Bruh, just try it.
Okay.
Uh-huh!
- Put that sh*t on everything.
- Uh-huh!
Advertise your product or brand here
contact www.OpenSubtitles.org today
You aight?
Yep. I'm okay.
Jet ski rentals!
Yo, my man! Jet ski rentals?
Hell yeah.
Hell yeah, man!
Go faster, Maurice!
You wanna take the wheel?
No! I'm just the
motivation!
You ain't want
none of this work, boy!
Woo!
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo!
What are you doing?
No! I wanna live today, Maurice!
Oh! What, you
afraid to get a little wet?
- n*gga, I been wet!
- I can feel it.
Maurice!
I'm dead serious!
- Maurice, stop!
- What?
Aight.
- Ah!
- What are you doing?
- What you mean?
- Who do you think you are?
- Ah!
- I knew you were a m*rder*r!
Keep acting up, aight?
I'ma leave your ass here
swimming with the fishes.
Oh my god, a scammer
and a m*rder*r! Huh?
- Hm.
- This is who you sent me?
Wow. You
talking to Jesus about me, girl?
The n*gga know my struggle.
It's my turn!
Can you film me?
- Aw, you a trip.
- You better hold me.
God dang, baby! You see her?
You see this girl?!
Okay, alright
now. Shawna, chill now.
Wait! Oh, wait...
♪ Oh, seven days out the week ♪
♪ Weed's my only friend ♪
♪ Maybe a girlfriend as a guy ♪
♪ But I'm solidified
in your life ♪
♪ When they leave ♪
♪ I'll still be present ♪
- Mommy?
- What?!
Melissa, I'm sorry,
baby. Come here.
- Mommy, what's wrong?
- I'm sorry.
Nothing. I'm good.
♪ I'll still be present ♪
f*ck!
- Damn!
- Oh damn, she really going through it.
You know what?
Maybe this is a
message from the ocean.
I hear you.
If I had my phone right
now, I would be on it.
Now, would I even be able to
admire these beautiful waters?
No! No, I wouldn't!
And I feel so free right now!
Nobody blowing me up.
Don't nobody be blowing you up.
- Shut up. Stop filming me.
- Come on!
Ooh.
Uh-uh. Oh, no. I'm gross.
I got to take a shower.
And you can't post that!
You the feds, bro! Delete it!
♪ Look at all this money
damn you b*tches bummy ♪
♪ I get paper now
you b*tches haters ♪
♪ All these diamonds
now you b*tches crying ♪
♪ These n*gg*s don't want you ♪
♪ 'Cause none of
you b*tches wifey ♪
Hey! Was it you I was
talking to last night?
- Hell, no. That was my assistant.
- Oh, word, word.
He mentioned y'all
got an event lined up.
At a mansion? Hey, look,
my girls great in
that type of vibe.
I can send them
through again if you want.
Aight. Bet.
sh*t, double up then. This
should cover both nights.
Actually, I got a
group I manage.
They like Cardi B
and C. Man, they like
Tia and Tamara Thee Stallion.
That ain't even make sense,
but look, you feel me. Look,
check this out, check this out.
♪ I'ma spend his cream ♪
♪ Put his face in
that cr*ck like fiends ♪
♪ Put a arch in your
back then leave ♪
Uh-huh!
- Aight. They kinda fire.
- Yeah! I know you feel that!
- Yeah.
- And they blowing up online, too!
Man, we do full-service
entertainment around here.
You can have girls in
the front, girls in the back,
- they'll shut the stage down.
- Ooh.
Mm... Now, don't get me wrong.
I mean, they good, but come on.
Just can't be spending bread
booking some random b*tches.
Here.
What if we made this
a breadless endeavor?
Let's talk like businessmen.
Hola, MTV, y bienvenidos
to my beautiful crib.
Dale!
What?!
Here is my million-dollar view.
Only the best for
a night in Miami.
You are sick person,
bro. You are not well.
Entonces, aqui es mi bar.
Uno, dos, tres, cuatro!
Oh my god, we
should have been on this.
We could have been cutting
master keys the whole time!
n*gga, who's we?
I does this.
♪ I'm on it,
yeah, I'm on it... ♪
I feel like I
should start wearing robes.
- I look good in this.
- I didn't even know we made these.
Man, how tall did you
say you were again?
I don't know, like... 5'11".
- What you doin'? What is this?
- Okay, see? See, you're a liar.
Oh man.
Also, why are you so buff?
- You don't do nothin'.
- Man...
There's some ass
back there, huh?
Come on.
Oh, don't do me like that.
No.
Down, boy.
I still got all this sand on me.
Ladies first.
Come on. I wouldn't
want to waste water.
♪ Yes, tell me somethin' ♪
♪ What's your number ♪
♪ I got something for you ♪
♪ If you want it ♪
♪ I got something for you ♪
♪ If you want it ♪
♪ Know I got bands
like Backstreet ♪
♪ Boy, I'm the
man if you ask me ♪
♪ f*ck on that bitch
in the backseat ♪
♪ We in the castle,
yeah, I'm king ♪
♪ Now I'm in your
ho, mad at me? ♪
♪ Send a DM just to trap me ♪
♪ Threw your bitch in the taxi ♪
♪ Wanna get drunk and nasty? ♪
♪ Wanna get drunk and nasty... ♪
- Hi, Daddy.
- Hey, baby.
Why you answering the door?
Where Mommy?
This way.
Oh, oh. Jesus.
Okay. I see you
was having some fun.
Toys everywhere. Jesus.
Mia! Hey.
Mia! Hey, why you
ain't answer the door?
You ain't hear me knocking?
Why you ain't take
Melissa to school?
Man, Melissa already smarter
than the both of us. She fine.
Oh. Okay, you ain't got
none of your sh*t together?
It's just Instagram.
You lettin' that sh*t f*ck
with your self-esteem?
Damn!
- What?
- Can I have just one day?!
Hey, hey, look. You can do
whatever the f*ck you want to,
but you got my kid over here!
- You not communicating!
- I said she fine!
What else do you want me to say?
Calm your voice!
Just talk to me.
- How the f*ck did you get in my house?
- What you mean?
Your daughter unlocked
the door because you didn't!
- Well, see your way out.
- Hey, yo,
you really on one.
What's going on, yo?
I'm going through so
much, and I just swallow that sh*t.
Don't even know why I
try to talk to my mama.
sh*t, me neither!
I be there for everybody.
When somebody
gonna show up for me?
You got people, Mia.
Oh, for real?
Where they at? Come out!
Where the f*ck they at?!
I had a whole baby with yo ass.
A whole human!
- And I do every f*cking thing!
- Whoa,
how the f*ck did this just
become about me? Huh?
I'm trying to help
you right now!
You always try to make
me seem like I'm a deadbeat
or some sh*t like that. I'm not!
You take her to get McFlurries
- and watch "Scarface" on the weekend.
- Mia...
I'm here every f*ckin' day!
I clothe her, I feed her,
and I pick her up from
school by my f*cking self!
It's hard. Damn!
Losin' my sh*t.
And I don't wanna keep
takin' this sh*t out on everybody.
How the f*ck am I suppose to be
there for my baby if I can't even...
Look...
You will, okay?
And I-I'ma do better
for you and for baby.
But you got to talk to me.
- -Aight, wha...
- Aight! If not me, somebody.
You can't just keep that
sh*t bottled up in you though.
You gotta let that sh*t out.
You'll be aight.
Oh. Okay.
- So you just gonna leave?
- Ain't nobody... Calm down.
You need to breathe some.
I'm about to go fix you food.
- Oh.
- Come on, baby,
before your mama be
done bit you or something.
- Well...
- And up we go.
Don't burn down my kitchen.
You know you cook like Boosie.
Hungry ass.
I'll replace the phone
for you. You earned it.
Okay, we're not gonna sit
here and act like my p*ssy
is worth a measly little iPhone.
Calm down, Caresha.
I'm just sayin'.
How you supposed to text
me for d*ck appointments
if you ain't got no phone?
♪ How you pay
for all them bills ♪
Mm!
Not these little-ass drinks.
How many ounces is this?
Eight ounce. Mm-mmm.
- Damn.
- Ooh, I'm about to f*ck up
- these plantains!
- Damn, weed make you violent!
This n*gga...
Y'all trending in Miami.
This might not be
such a bad thing.
"I'm sorry for how
sh*t went down.
"That wasn't cool. Can we talk?
Let me know."
She really thought that
was gonna be enough?
No! No! Super Smash, Sista!
Get the f*ck out my face
with that weak-ass apology!
You hit my friend in public,
so you need to apologize...
in public!
Well, well, well.
Fee-fi-fo-m*therf*cking-fum,
here this other bitch come.
Where's your partner in crime.
- Shawna?
- Listen here, Ronnie, whatever the f*ck your name is.
I'ma say this sh*t one time.
Leave Mia the f*ck alone.
Everybody is tired
of your bullshit!
Your friend was rude as f*ck,
but you conveniently left
out all of her disrespect,
- now, didn't you?
- So,
why can't your girl
speak for herself, though?
Why can't yours, bitch?!
You can say whatever
you want, Captain Save-a-Bird,
but your friend was
still wrong for her sh*t.
Okay, and your friend was wrong
for wearing a jumpsuit
with Huaraches.
- Where the f*ck was she even going?!
- Girl...
You actually set the table?
Yeah! I know how to do
some of the little
fancy stuff. Chill out.
Thank you.
Mm-hmm.
Melissa,
what is you over there doing?
- Mwah!
- Now your turn, Daddy!
Yeah.
- Mm.
- Now, do it at the same time!
Girl, what I tell you about
swiping away notifications like that?
I'm tired of you!
Your mama should've slapped you
for talking crazy on here!
That little drop
earring you got on!
Where you get that
from? Forever 21 Men's?
- Mm!
- You so fancy.
- Are you done?
- n*gga, are you?
- Let's keep it a buck.
- Let's go.
You clearly just trying
to ramp up engagement
on your weak-ass page 'cause
don't nobody wanna watch you,
- right? So, you gotta react to everything.
- Mm-hmm!
So you took an unfortunate,
but natural, human interaction,
and you made it
some sh*t it's not!
Stay out of women's
business, hoe!
- Bum-ass n*gga, lay down!
- Yo! And we from Miami!
- We should be poppin' a trunk on your bitch ass, Ronnie!
- Pow! Pow! Pow!
- You would look real good on a shirt, Ronnie!
- Ooh! Shh...
- Airbrush to everything, bitch!
- How do you turn this sh*t off?
Baby Ronnie!
- I can't stand this update!
- Your mama made a GoFundMe.
Now, I see why
y'all two in a group.
- Ay.
- Hm?
You got some gangsta
beats you could send me?
Yeah, I got you.
Oh, and, uh, I can pick Melissa
up from school tomorrow.
Take her in the
morning, if that's cool.
Oh, there's more links
in your microwave, too.
Butterflied a few of 'em.
Chopped the other ones.
Appreciate it. Your daddy crazy.
- Bitch, tell me!
- Okay!
- I f*cked Maurice.
- I knew it!
Oh, I knew it! Oh my god.
Girl, you was actin'
fresh off some d*ck.
- I knew it.
- Girl, ooh!
That d*ck was so good.
- Too good. Criminally good.
- Mm.
I don't know what got
into me. - Hm?
How about a...
- skinny-legged Haitian n*gga?
- What is wrong with you?
- Stop shaking this table. Baby-proof your home.
- f*ck that table.
Bitch, I had a bad day.
Oh my god, but
when I saw your Live,
it meant a lot.
Especially because I thought
you was still mad about New York.
And I thought you
was ignoring my calls.
Wait, no, I thought you
were ignoring my calls.
I just need you to know
that I always have your back.
For real.
I know.
So...
Girl, what happened
in New York? Like...
Are you okay?
I'm gonna need this sh*t.
Um...
Basically,
he let himself in
the room, and, um,
he wasn't alone.
Wait...
Like, he-he brought
a friend with him?
Mia, that is not okay at
all. Like, that is f*cked up.
I mean, I didn't let nothin'
happen. I cussed his ass out.
Then, he put me out.
I'm so stupid!
I actually thought I had
this sh*t under control.
Like, I actually thought
he liked me for real.
Whole time, he
thought I was worthless.
Look, you are not stupid.
You are not worthless.
No!
There's a lot of f*ckin'
assholes out there.
But, with these little
hating-ass vloggers,
- gonna be some Pateks. Some private jets.
- Mm. Mm.
- Some lobster. Who here like lobster, bitch?
- Mm!
- I like lobster!
- Period!
- Cheers to that, hoe!
- Hm!
f*ck them!
So...
I wrote a song.
I mean, if you
hate it, it's okay.
But, bitch, I had to get
some sh*t off my chest.
Where you get this b*at from?
Girl, you know where I got this b*at from.
♪ My bitch so bad,
my bitch so bad ♪
♪ Dumb hoe, you
made my bitch so real ♪
♪ My bitch so real,
f*ck how you feel ♪
♪ My bitch a vibe,
my bitch a vibe ♪
♪ She gonna f*ck
this sh*t up every time ♪
♪ Yeah, that's my
bitch, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪
- Mia! What? You wrote that?
- Mm-hmm.
You are amazing!
Girl! Girl! What?!
Oh my god, Mia!
- Okay. Check it.
- Mm. Talk some sh*t.
Yeah.
♪ p*ssy hoe, you wish, I wish
you would run on my bitch ♪
♪ How I lit the fire so
quick, on the line so quick ♪
♪ Y'all wouldn't
even know I hit ♪
- Ay! Girl, it's about to go. It's done. It's another one.
- Mm...
- Okay. If I say...
- Talk your sh*t now.
♪ Dade County hoes don't fold ♪
♪ Outside hot but
the inside cold ♪
♪ I talk back, never
do what I'm told ♪
♪ Bad b*tches deep
any time we roll! ♪
What?!
- That was so right!
- That's another one! Whoo!
Here. Yes,
strut. Get it! Ooh!
Homeless-ass hoes. A house.
Man, I know y'all hoes
starving y'all thick asses off.
I got some shrimp,
snapper, lobster...
Broccoli if y'all
trying to be healthy.
- Okay.
- I mean, it's fried, but it's still broccoli.
- Did you get the fried conch? I sent a text.
- The what?
Can you at least act
like you from Miami?
It's conk!
- Got some good news.
- Hm?
My homeboy, he a booking
agent. He know all about y'all.
- Mm!
- He throwing a party for James Harden in a few weeks.
I might be able to get y'all
your debut performance.
Wait, what? How?
What you mean how?
You know who I am.
You talking to the
Chaster of Ceremonies.
I'm the Duke of Miami, baby!
But you know I ain't
y'all manager or nothin',
so I don't wanna overstep.
Step. Step all over that sh*t.
Wait. Is this a
real booking agent,
or just, like, an
ambitious n*gga
- that work at Footlocker?
- Come on, now.
You know I don't play.
Chastity, all you
do is play. All day.
Relax, Leshawn James.
It's a done deal. I
closed on it earlier today.
Okay, if you really get
us on the stage, Chastity,
- you can be our manager.
- Say less.
- What y'all workin' on?
- Well, Mia over here
cooked up a new song for us.
And let me just
say, that bitch go.
Oh, word?
Well, sh*t! Let me
hear it! Press play on!
♪ My
bitch so bad, my bitch so bad... ♪
♪ Dumb hoe, you mad, my
bitch so real, my bitch so real ♪
Ooh!
This sh*t go crazy!
The hook make me wanna
throw a right hook! g*dd*mn, B!
- Man, I'ma get this on that "Creed 3" soundtrack!
- Yes...
Y'all can have all these
hoes over here fightin'!
Yo, this could go viral again!
- We just gotta get in a real studio this time!
- Hey!
Yeah, you got to!
We gotta get a DJ. Oh,
I gotta get my new wig.
We gonna need a
red carpet, a stylist,
I'ma need some red bottoms.
You talking like a major
label budget right now.
- Don't worry. I got it.
- Oh, man. You sure?
Yes.
- She got money...
- She do. Okay, let's talk about this show.
Oh sh*t, Shawna...
Are you f*cking kidding me?!
♪ I don't give a f*ck
'bout none of that sh*t ♪
♪ 'Bout none of that sh*t ♪
♪ I don't give a f*ck
'bout none of that sh*t ♪
♪ 'Bout none of that sh*t ♪
♪ I don't give a f*ck
'bout none of that sh*t ♪
♪ 'Bout none of that sh*t ♪
♪ I don't give a f*ck
'bout none of that sh*t ♪
♪ 'Bout none of that sh*t ♪
♪ n*gga want w*r,
just said that ♪
♪ Where I'm from,
we don't play that ♪
♪ n*gg*s I'm with
gonna spray that ♪
♪ Faceshots,
he'll send that ♪
♪ n*gga want w*r,
just said it ♪
♪ Where I'm from,
we don't play that ♪
♪ n*gg*s I'm with
gonna spray that ♪
♪ Faceshots, he'll send that,
ay, let's get it, let's go ♪
♪ Lil ass hoe,
d*ck ride, she slow ♪
♪ Bi-bitch ass n*gga,
he lyin', he froze ♪
♪ Ain't-ain't gotta cap
'bout sh*t you know ♪
♪ n*gg*s switch up
when they pockets hit no ♪
♪ n*gga, hurtin' bad,
if you 'bout it let it show ♪
♪ Ten toes down,
I'ma tell it how it go ♪
♪ I'ma tell it what it is,
bad bitch, no joke ♪
♪ You not like that,
why you cappin' and sh*t? ♪
♪ All that sh*t whack,
why you rappin' and sh*t? ♪
♪ d*ck so big,
he be packin' and sh*t ♪
♪ Let it out, poke out,
got a Mac with a clip ♪
♪ Me and one hoe,
she a silent lil bitch ♪
♪ Take a n*gga down,
she be robbin' and sh*t ♪
♪ Smokin' out the pound
in the back of the whip ♪
♪ Pack touch down,
I'm aborting the ship ♪
♪ Hell nah, we ain't giving
out statements, n*gga ♪
♪ Young bitch,
my bag, I triple ♪
♪ Rap game thinkin'
I'm a public figure ♪
♪ Real n*gg*s,
I love my n*gg*s ♪
♪ Hoes turned fake when
the buzz got bigger ♪
♪ Even though my own
fam be switchin' ♪
♪ Even though my own
blood not thicker ♪
♪ I'm ten toes down,
one deep with the richest ♪
♪ I don't give a f*ck
'bout none of that sh*t ♪
♪ 'Bout none of that sh*t! ♪
01x06 - Something for The Gram
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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.