The Drop: A Snowfall Saga (2026) s01e02 Episode Script

1
[Artillery]
Hey, blood, run that shit back.
[Music plays]
Man. This fucking good.
You've been saying DG needs producers.
You think you could get this to him?
Negro…
[gunshot]
[James] You're not Wanda, nigga.
You ain't got no goddamn business
in the rap game.
- You wanna try it, huh?
- Get in there.
He just dropped that song about the cop
who got killed a few weeks ago.
Bring me Artillery with a new song,
then we can talk about a production deal.
[Leon] You're gonna walk Lamar
straight into that same buzz saw.
And when he get hurt,
what's that gonna do to you?
This is about you. We gotta bring
Artillery some real player shit.
[music starts]
These are life and times of a rider
Life and times of a rider ♪
Survival is vital ♪
These are life and times of a rider ♪
- And mother fuck the other siders ♪
- Yeah ♪
- These are life and times of a rider ♪
- [distant clamoring]
Life and times of a rider
Survival is vital ♪
- [clamoring intensifies]
- These are life and times of a rider ♪
- And mother fuck the other siders ♪
- [indistinct shouting]
[gunshot echoes]
- [whistling]
- [distant clamoring]
[partygoer] Hey, blood,
back in the party here.
[James] How'd I let you talk me
into this shit, cuz?
[Lamar] Wait. Hold on. Relax.
We gotta enjoy what we do.
[James] Shut the fuck up. Walk.
As I look up at the sky ♪
My mind starts tripping
A tear drops my eye ♪
My body temperature falls ♪
I'm shaking, and they breaking
Tryna save the Dogg ♪
Pumping on my chest and I'm screaming ♪
I stop breathing
Damn, I see demons ♪
Dear God, I wonder can you save me? ♪
I can't die ♪
My boo boo's 'bout to have my baby… ♪
[chuckles] That was amazing.
That was amazing.
[James] Lamar, do you know how serious
that shit was back there?
Yeah, it was… it was intense. [Chuckles]
That's what Artillery was rapping about.
That was the song.
Were you even paying attention
when we was in the house?
Huh?
Did you see anybody that was
gonna be a problem for us in there?
Did you check to see
if there was a back door?
[Lamar] I get it.
[James scoffs]
Streets are dangerous. I'm just a freak.
- I can't do nothing without you.
- [Wanda] Nobody said all that.
But, Lamar, if we really gonna do this,
and we just proved we can,
then you need to listen.
- Really?
- [James sighs]
[Lamar] Did you not just see that shit?
I resurrected him, nigga!
[laughing]
Artillery came out holding his wounds
and bleeding and shit, nigga.
Oh, my God! [Laughs]
Wanda, you know you're not making
my job any easier, right?
I guess the nigga can rap.
I'll give him that.
I guess y'all little song was kinda hard.
- [Lamar chuckles]
- [James sighs]
Stop me by the store
'fore you drive me to the studio.
Please?
[sighs] DG gotta know.
We back on.
["No More Lies" playing]
You know they recorded this song
right fucking here?
[chuckles]
Seeing them mix that shit down
and put it out…
Nigga, that's the reason why
I bought this place.
Figured I could bring the music biz to me,
you know?
[chuckling]
Man, what the fuck is wrong
with Black people?
These niggas got light stacks
every time they pay up.
Tell J June
I ain't fronting him shit no more.
- You hear me?
- They're testing you.
The more you hand off your business,
the more you're gonna get paid
in light stacks.
You's a gangster or a lawyer, Vance?
With a bulletproof vest.
- [laughs]
- [Leonard sighs]
I keep forgetting.
As long as the juries don't.
[laughing]
[Leonard] But seriously,
my client can help with all of this.
If you're really serious
about focusing on music.
Tell him I appreciate it.
But for now…
[clears throat]
…let's keep that wolf in the woods.
- Okay.
- [banging on door]
The fuck?
This bitch got the nerve to show her face.
[turns off music]
- Bitch better have knee pads. [Laughs]
- [buzzer sounds]
- You got something you wanna say to me?
- [Wanda chuckles]
I should throw that pie
in your fucking face.
- I wish you would.
- Yeah.
- You want an apology or money?
- [chuckles]
Darryl…
I did it.
I saved the deal.
I got Lamar and Artillery together.
Artillery? That nigga still lives?
Indeed. And you should have seen him
less than an hour ago.
That shit was magic!
We were in Artillery's house,
full of Bloods.
Lamar's music came on.
Artillery came out rapping.
[laughs]
[stomps foot]
It was everything
I thought it was gonna be.
[Leonard scoffs] Okay.
You should have seen it.
And…
I picked the sample.
[stomping feet]
- [inhales deeply] Whoo!
- [chuckles]
You telling the truth, ain't you?
I wouldn't lie to you, baby.
Darryl,
I saw money falling from the sky.
[Theme music playing]
[Music ends]
[Blues harmonica,
beat boxing tune playing]
[Continues playing
blues harmonica, beat boxing tune]
[hushed] Psst! Yo! Come on! Come on, man!
[Tune ends]
[Music playing]
Red Chucks, burgundy fleece
Baggies with a crease ♪
Loaded Glock always in reach
Even when I'm asleep ♪
Suckers creep
But got this beat ♪
Till they in the sheet
Bittersweet ♪
It's him or me
May he rest in… ♪
Hold up, hold up, hold up.
W-Why did you stop?
That was great, man.
[Artillery] The next one's gonna pop off.
Let me run it back.
[Music playing]
Red Chucks, burgundy fleece
Baggies with a crease ♪
Loaded Glock always in reach
Even when I'm asleep ♪
Suckers creep
But got this beat ♪
Till they in the sheet
Bittersweet ♪
It's him or me
May he rest in peace ♪
- [Lamar] That was really good.
- [chuckles]
- Yeah.
- Oh, my God.
This shit finna put the hood on notice,
blood!
[grunts]
Damn, that shit hard.
Fuck!
- You good?
- Yeah.
Damn. You ain't got no, like,
Vaseline, tape or nothing?
Ooh.
- Nigga, stop staring.
- Shit, sorry.
I'm cool. This shit just itch
like a motherfucker.
That shit look infected
like a motherfucker.
- Wanna smell it, nigga?
- Nah, I'm good.
[Artillery laughs]
[Lamar] Oh, no. No, no, no, no,
no, no, no, no, no,
No, no, no, no, no, no.
My grandmother does not allow alcohol
in this house, okay?
She probably don't allow Bloods either,
nigga. Yet here I am.
Point. Besides, she ain't even here,
and Big Daddy out back.
Doesn't matter.
She's gonna walk in, she's gonna smell it.
- She's uncanny, bro.
- [Artillery] "Uncanny"?
[laughs]
Yo, I knew your sweater-wearing ass
was into comics.
[Andy]
All right. So what we laying down next?
Hey, let's do some shit for the eses.
Fuck it. Might as well go full LA with it.
Yeah. Yeah, I like that.
And maybe we sample doo-wop?
- Yeah.
- Let me see what we got.
Man, fuck the hood. We finna put
the whole city on notice with this.
- ["Rydah" plays]
- Oh, yeah ♪
[rapping along] Muthafuck the police
You gon' respect my get down ♪
Sawed-off 12-gauge
Make the biggest niggas sit down ♪
- Boom!
- Demons lurking ♪
Dyin' to put in work
They never clock out ♪
Fuck! I just heard the feds hit
my uncle's rock house ♪
Pushin' up central
Head on a swivel… ♪
[song stops]
Yo, what the fuck are you doing
in my house, cuz?
- James! Stop, stop, stop.
- What's up with this nigga?
- Move out the way, Mar.
- Stop. Relax. Relax!
- Sup? Move, Mar.
- James, calm down.
- Get the fuck out the way, Mar.
- Chill, please.
Can we agree not to squabble up
in the nigga granny house, fool?
[Lamar] Please.
Man, nigga, just bounce.
You don't… You don't have to go.
[Artillery] I'll bounce.
Don't try to sneak me
when I walk by either.
Yeah, I-I-I'ma vamp too.
What the fuck?
What's wrong with you, cuz?
Why the fuck would you
blow my session like that?
- Don't put your motherfucking hands on me!
- Or what?
What, you fucking crazy?
Playin' with me, cuz?
I'll fuck
[breathes heavily]
Fuck, Mar!
What the fuck was your plan, nigga?
You was gonna walk him to the bus stop
in a Crip neighborhood?
Told him you'd give him a ride.
[scoffs]
I'll give him a fucking ride.
This whole fucking family is wack.
Look, Mar…
Mar, just, uh, make sure you go tell Gerty
with your grown ass.
Just leave me the fuck
out the middle of it.
[plays note]
["Everybody Wants
To Rule The World" playing]
Welcome to your life… ♪
[Jenny] I wish I could explain
what it felt like to grow up here.
When my father bought this house,
Laurel Canyon was ground zero
for rock and roll.
I'm talking about an explosion of talent
in music that was undeniable.
Everyone knew history
was happening, you know?
It was truly an artists' community.
They all wrote here, loved here,
fucked here, drugged here.
Some even died here.
But that's what built my dad's label.
That's what it means
to be signed to Macroscope.
[Wanda] I wanna do that.
- Do what?
- What y'all did here.
I wanna do that
in Inglewood, Compton, Watts.
You mean with rap?
Yeah.
[laughs]
Rap ain't rock and roll.
But we can make some money
trying to find out, right?
Mm-hmm.
[sniffs]
[sniffs]
Do you want a treat?
[chuckles] What, is this, like,
a Black thing? [Sniffs]
No partying?
[laughs]
Uh, so, your pops used to be the plug,
and now he ain't.
Pressure always hits the middleman first.
I mean, now you gotta find a new jug, and…
- I'm it.
- Stop scaring our white lady, please.
It's fine.
She's not wrong.
I mean, as soon as my contract's up,
my dad's gonna push me out,
so the trades can call my replacement,
"Breathing new life back into the label,"
even though they're the ones
that drove it into the ground.
But we want to do a deal
with Black Banner.
I figured we'd start with
a single with your artist.
Why not push in all the chips with us?
Give us more than a single.
A single is all my chips.
Look, DG played me the new track.
I can work with it.
First thing you need to do:
Sign the talent.
I know you think it'll be a breeze,
but until the artists are on paper,
everything that can go wrong, will.
[stammers] The first thing is,
tell Wanda how she fits in this.
I just think you're amazing.
And yeah, Darryl should take care of you.
I suggest head of A&R.
Hell yeah.
Fuck no.
Jenny, stop playing.
I mean, let's be serious.
The whole reason this all came together
is because this pretty young thing
walked into your life.
Why not just pay her?
[sighs]
Fine.
A&R.
Thank you, Darryl.
Everybody wants to rule the world… ♪
Let's go before they fire
this white woman.
I'll get Lamar to sign.
Artillery shouldn't be a problem.
He's ready to do anything.
You think I'm going to Artillery?
- After that nigga called me a vulture.
- [scoffs] Ballers be so emotional.
You're not the star
in this situation, Darryl. He is.
So go.
Make your star feel good.
You been rich that long, huh?
You forgot what moments like this mean.
This contract is power.
When you hand this to Artillery,
you'll be delivering his dreams, Darryl.
- Pull up in your fancy car.
- [chuckles]
- Be charming.
- [laughs]
Treat him like…
A nigga who can move a hundred keys.
He'll love you.
You know, you got a cold mouthpiece, girl.
Jesus.
We got a real chance to do something here,
you know?
[exhales deeply]
[Wanda] I told you.
[line rings]
[Wanda, on phone] Lamar, guess what?
["I Get Lifted" playing]
[laughs]
It-It's real now.
It's… It's real.
After all these years,
I finally get a chance to be…
[sighs]
The music…
The music, it passed down
from Big Daddy to Mom
to James and then to me,
and you just want me to waste it?
What are we supposed to do? Do nothing?
[Gerty sighs]
What is the point of you even
buying me that music equipment then?
You're really trying to trust Wanda
with your future, huh?
Why shouldn't I?
Because when you were 12,
you let Wanda talk you
out your Christmas presents,
and she sold them for crack.
That's why.
That's not Wanda anymore.
- That's not
- I don't want it back in my life, Lamar.
It cost too much.
I just… I don't.
Lamar…
[lawyer] Running a legal clinic
was never going to be easy.
Yeah, but how we keep losing
on every single case?
It only gets worse.
The country's had it.
Yeah, well, the country did it.
We got donations drying up
with every drive-by.
These churches got no love
for these gangbangers.
- I mean, I understand though.
- [laughs]
You're a good man.
And I owe you the truth.
You can't win paying for appeals
on bad cases.
You know how this goes.
[door closes]
- [Wanda] Lee!
- [banging on door]
Lee! [Chuckles]
- This girl crazy.
- [papers thud]
You are looking at the new head of A&R
at Black Banner Music.
- And what does that mean?
- It means I won't be broke no more.
You know, I should've known
your crazy ass was gonna prove me wrong.
I actually need some help.
I gotta take this contract
over to Lamar's.
So I was wondering if you could have
one of these lawyers take a look at it.
- They don't do that kind of work.
- Shit.
I wanna sound like I know
what I'm talking about
when I get in front of Big Daddy.
Well, Mama,
she the one you need to worry about.
Well, I gotta block that out of my head.
Anyway…
Thank you, Lee.
Oh. I know I'm supposed to get
the boxes out your house,
but as you can see, I been grinding.
Bye, Lee.
I'll see you later.
[door closes]
[Darryl] Unbelievable.
You keep waiting around on Artillery
like I don't rap.
My shit way harder than blood's.
Nigga got you out here waiting
like you ain't who you is.
It's crazy.
Dude disrespectful.
So you rap, huh?
Do I.
[Hip-hop playing over speakers]
[hydraulics whirring]
[music stops]
Goddamn.
Nigga, you took so long, I was
about to sign this shit for you, blood.
- Whatever, nigga.
- Sup, fool?
Got this man waiting.
Told you I had the deal lined up.
- Yeah, aight.
- Let's go.
[sighs] All right,
sign on the dotted line.
Hey, hold on. Hold on, blood.
Yeah, let's wait on Dara.
Nigga, since when does the money wait?
It's cool. She right behind us.
None of you ballers smoke?
That's why we rich.
[chuckles]
You okay?
[car door closes]
Hey, Big Daddy.
[Big Daddy] What's got you smiling so big?
Life.
Where's the lady of the house?
She off terrorizing somebody
in the neighborhood.
Hey, Mr. Preston told me you got let go.
I was gonna tell you, but I was scared.
You the only one
ain't never been scared of me.
Shit, except for when you grab that belt.
And don't whoop me for cursing.
I'm grown now.
[laughing]
[sucks teeth, sighs]
Lamar!
Who's your favorite cousin?
Since you was a kid,
you wanted to be Quincy Jones.
What's wrong?
Can I take this contract then,
or do you have other options?
Nigga, there's always other options.
Who are you exactly?
I'm the one that fed him and protected him
and paid for those little rap songs that
made you decide to come take him away.
[Darryl] Hmm.
There it is.
The ghetto blade,
right in the back. [Laughs]
How much?
20,000.
That's how much he's worth to you?
Okay.
Cool.
That contract though,
I'ma need that now.
You know what?
30,000.
[Darryl chuckles]
[Darryl] Okay.
30,000.
Thirty sends you back to shooting
at niggas across the street, right?
[whistling]
Unbelievable.
The best move you can make
right now is letting this go.
I promise you that.
Dirty lowlife motherfuckers.
Don't move, motherfucker.
- [all clamoring]
- [Darryl grunting]
[gangster] That's my motherfucking watch.
Hey, look, strip this nigga.
Bring me the motherfucking chain!
[Darryl grunting]
[Tense music playing]
[Wanda] Nigga, you put hands on Lamar?
Hey, give me back my shoe.
Hey, calm your tough ass down, cuz.
That little nigga ain't had no business
running to no female anyway.
You saw it. You saw what it could be.
[sighs]
Fuck you.
[pager beeping, vibrating]
Hating on me will not make Big Daddy
forget what you did in them streets.
So, we really want to start
bringing up past, Wanda?
[scoffs]
Touché.
- [sighs]
- [shoe thuds]
You know while you
was asleep at the wheel,
this little nigga brought Artillery
to this house?
All y'all fall for that shit
when he hit you with them Bambi eyes.
But, Wanda, listen to me,
the little nigga arrogant,
and he don't know shit, and all you doing
is feeding the monster, cuz.
That's why he needs you.
Nigga, you the other half of this shit.
- [pager beeping, vibrating]
- Goddamn.
Shit.
DG never beeps 911.
[rotary dial whirring]
- Darryl.
- Bitch,
- get your ass over here right now!
- Wait, DG. Hold up. What happened?
If you don't find me
before I fucking find you,
it's the end for your punk ass, bitch!
Shit.
I gotta go.
[Tense music playing]
Hey. Shit. [Panting]
- Get your fucking ass over here!
- Wait!
I'ma fucking kill you! You fucking
hear me? I will fucking kill you!
- Have you lost your mind?
- I don't know what you're talking about!
- I promise, Darryl!
- I will fucking kill you!
- I don't know what you're talking about!
- You sent me to Artillery,
- knowing I don't fuck with those peons.
- What?
Fucking gang-banging-ass
garbage motherfuckers!
I didn't set you up!
Yes, you did,
taking my kindness for weakness.
I want the names of every single one
of them red rags.
I already know Dara, Keith,
that black-ass nigger with the perm.
- I want all of 'em. Every single soul!
- [breathing shakily]
I don't know what happened. I don
- Names, bitch…
- [gasping]
…or I start with the fucking hammer.
- You fucking hear me?
- Darryl, Darryl. Hey, hey, hey. Hey.
[Wanda gasping, coughing]
You can't do this in front of me.
- Then bounce.
- All right. Just, just, just…
Hold on, hold on.
- Find your mind. Darryl, calm down.
- [breathing deeply]
Okay, this?
This is what you are trying
to transition away from to the music.
- Business. Both of us.
- Bounce!
You're upset. I get it.
So let me call someone
who can handle this,
and you stay clean.
- Nigga, fuck this music deal.
- I understand.
- Fuck Dara and fuck all them Bloods.
- Okay.
And fuck you, nigga!
Fuck you!
- Okay.
- [Wanda] Vance.
Vance. Vance!
[breathing shakily]
Darryl, Darryl, wait!
- Darryl. Darryl, wait.
- Leon is here.
[sighs, chuckles]
[Darryl sighs]
[Tense music playing]
[Darryl] So after all that,
you see why I gotta do what I gotta do?
I see you think that.
Don't mean I agree with it.
I made some calls. I know what happened.
You let your ego get you in a cross.
You got ten levels on Dara,
but look at you.
My nigga, me and you ain't nothing
like them gang members
any more than a pawn like a king.
You gotta be bigger than that shit.
Who the fuck are you kidding, nigga?
Do I need to remind you
of your street pedigree?
- Why you build all this then?
- 'Cause I could.
And now that you have, you wanna run
back to the same street shit?
Kill a few niggas that was going
to die anyway?
What are you really doing
besides fucking up this rap shit?
You gonna kill Artillery too?
Then what?
I wish you wasn't out the game, Lee.
We could've really made some moves.
But you are.
And what about Wanda?
Either she's a queen or a pawn.
We'll see.
I'd kill you about her.
You at a dead end.
I've been there.
But ain't no more moves to make
outside the one you about
to burn down with Macroscope.
What you mean?
I know who on the other side
of that dope, homey.
Trust me, you don't wanna meet them.
How about this?
You bring me a situation I like…
Maybe…
I hit pause.
This bullshit aside…
I wouldn't mind making
some money with Artillery.
Shit…
I wanna be famous
and fuck hos like Whitney.
I can't work miracles,
but I'll do what I can.
Let me be clear.
I ain't copping no pleas.
Not with them. Not with you.
Wanda's safe because I believe her.
If you can smooth it out,
and I can make some money, I'll wait.
- Wait?
- It's the best you get.
But if Artillery leaves my label
or Dara ever talk to me sideways…
I'ma buy guns for their enemies
and enjoy the blood.
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[James] What's up?
You want a chip?
I always thought
we was gonna do this together.
I don't know why, man.
I was thinking about when we used
to play piano together at church,
and then we would come home and we
would listen to records together all day.
And you're telling me that
you saw me doing this by myself?
You… You couldn't have.
Because I can't do it without you.
That's why you get so mad.
[sighs]
Did, um
like, Mama G ever…
Talk to you about the history of, like,
all this music stuff?
You know how country they are.
"Oh, your… your mama was a musician.
Your parents died in a hit-and-run.
I'm sad. Don't ask me shit
about it ever again in life."
- Oh, hell yeah.
- [both chuckle]
That sound like them.
So what's that, the Macroscope deal?
This is it.
Well, let me see it, nigga.
Looks official. [Scoffs]
Nigga, you signed this shit already?
Yeah. W…
[scoffs]
Yeah, all right.
James.
[DJ on car stereo] This your favorite
producer, DJ, man of the hour
with the people
who got the power, DJ Block
on the only station giving you hip-hop,
Amped 992.
[Hip-hop tune plays]
Dara know she fucked up.
She down to politic the situation
with DG though.
So what's the catch?
We gotta meet her and her uncles
on neutral ground.
So we picked Louis's.
- I can't stand Compton.
- [people whooping]
Spent one of my worst nights out here
with two soulless motherfuckers.
I'd rather drop you off at Vons
and handle this shit solo.
This ain't gonna be the story
of how little Wanda had
to run to Leon to save her deal.
Shit, I know these streets just like you.
But you don't know this gangster shit
like me, and that's what this is.
[Tense music plays]
I'll circle the block.
["I Only Have Eyes For You" playing]
[countertop bell dings]
Nigga, so tell me why the other day,
right, we up by the park,
driving by the Liquor Barn with D,
we finally see this bitch-ass nigga
at the light?
She was saying, D, like 20 years?
- Yep, like 20 years.
- Like 20 years, Bulky, right?
Finally see this bitch-ass nigga,
so I bounce right up,
"Bitch-ass nigga, what's up now?"
You feel me?
Pop right up on him.
He square up like a female, nigga.
Feel me?
You know me, I'm ready for him, though.
So we start getting down.
You know, I'm fresh out the county, nigga.
Got my motherfuckin' squabbles up.
You feel me? I'm ready for him, right?
So I'm laying my
motherfucking demo down, Bulky.
I'm boom, bop, bing, bing, bing!
You feel me?
Hit the nigga with a cold one.
- He get to shaking and shit, feel me?
- [laughing]
Earthquake by the body.
Don't know what the fuck goin' on, right?
So I kick the nigga one more time,
I bends down and I tell him,
"Bo, when I was six,
your square ass was like 13."
I was coming out this same liquor store,
"and you took my honey bun
and called me a bitch."
And I ran that nigga pockets
and went and bought a honey bun with that!
- Honey bun!
- [all laughing]
- Don't ever fuck with me.
- Gonna be fucked up.
[Dara] Damn, he came up here solo.
That's a confident motherfucker
right there.
[gangster] Yeah, he a gangster fo sho.
Lee, you met my nephew Drop?
He the shit around here.
Wanda.
[countertop bell dings]
[Doo-wop song plays faintly]
Y'all here on my watch.
Be cool.
What you asked for.
Why you do him like that?
Extortion a part of the game,
but humiliation?
That was personal.
I didn't like the way he made me feel
when he talked to me.
He do run his mouth. You ain't wrong.
But why does that matter
when there's business to be done?
Money or war. Can't be both.
Well, I don't know shit about money.
Then learn.
You don't wanna get left behind,
all right?
I ran your file, and you smart enough
to know that taking this is a short play.
What's the long?
Where's the contract?
I can tell you ain't never been
in the deep end.
- You scared.
- Of DG?
I've seen what happens
when someone like DG
pay a cute little fine motherfucker
to roll up on one
of these niggas you got up here.
She gonna bat her eyes,
fuck 'em like crazy,
hand 'em, like, 10,000 and a clean pistol
to put a bullet in your back.
Or 20,000. Or 30.
It really don't matter.
You and I both saw it, Dara.
When that music came on and Artillery
started rapping, a new world opened up.
- And we gotta grab onto that shit now.
- How?
[Wanda] Manager.
We'll put it on paper.
Make it official business.
If I agree…
You gonna put your name behind this truce?
On everything I do.
All this for your little girlfriend, huh?
[chuckles] He my ex.
Gangbangers, dope dealers,
hookers and hoboes.
Shit finna be crazy.
[Dramatic music playing]
[whistles]
Look.
I love you, and I'd do anything for you,
and I've proven it.
But don't you ever put me
in this position again.
[engine starts]
[gears shift]
["Whoop! Whoop!" playing]
Goddamn, that nigga Kam
back on the scene ♪
With the brown and black
on the same team ♪
The rap game seem so fucked-up ♪
If a real nigga ever got in
he probably lucked up… ♪
It's as simple as that.
We gotta get shit handled.
Here he is.
- [buzzer sounds]
- [door unlocks]
[door closes]
[client] I heard you got
some niggas need handling.
That I do.
Well, point 'em out, nigga.
Let's get it popping.
[Song continues]