The Last O.G.

You getting up?

Hell yeah.

Going through the drive-thru,

get one of them breakfast biscuits.

Oh, get me a muffin.

You get me a muffin.

Uh-huh, girl.

Get off. I'm trying to sleep.

- Stop! - Mmm.

I want some of that morning booty.

That good stuff... Crusty eyes, stank-ass breath.

You nasty.

That's right.

Get off of me.

You know you nasty, right? You be farting in your sleep.

Ah. That's only to ward off natural predators.

I'm like a blowfish, but with farts.

Well, it ain't working,

'cause I still love you, you blowfish pootin' ass.

I love you, too. Brush your teeth.

- Big Tray Diesel! - What's up? Give me two.

Petey Pablo Escobar!

Only basehead I know who's up in the A.M.

You one of them rise-and-shine motherfuckers, huh?

I do like mornings. I just love that fresh air.

- And that crack. - Yeah, and the crack.

Hey, Tray.

Ladies! My Mercedes!

Why you in a hurry? Come back here.

Come on, man. Y'all doing y'all thing.

Shay Shay the only one for me.

Get away from my car!

We was watching it for you, Tray.

Good lookin' out, little man.

How can I get me a car like that?

Ambition, hustle.

You got those two, the world is yours.

Do me a favor... Stay in school.

See ya, Tray!

What up, baby? What's good?

What's up, Dirty John? Hi!

Welcome to Burger Willy's!

- Yo! - Yo.

Let me get three ham and cheese on biscuits,

a muffin, and two hash browns.

Does that complete your order?

Nah, let me get four packs of ranch.

Make that five.

Why you want ranch? This breakfast.

Nigga, don't worry about why I want ranch!

- You want some ketchup or something? - I don't want no ketchup.

Put some ranch in the bag, Kevin!

You gonna dunk the biscuits in it?

That's right! It's delicious!

- Front window, nigga. - I'm coming.

Pay right here!

Yo, $5.83.

Yo! Y'all gotta move, man!

What the... What?

Oh, shit!

Just take it and go!

I'm trying to tell you, man... They shot at me.

- What? - Tried to assassinate me.

- Are you all right? Oh, my God! - Yeah. They ain't get me.

Baby, who was it? Did you see who did it?

They was driving a red Taurus, I think.

It was the Purvis family, man.

Malcolm got a car just like that.

The Purvis family? Why they shooting at me, man?

I ain't got no beef with them.

For territory. They want our blocks, B.

Man, there's a hundred of them niggas, man.

Remember Sherwin Purvis?

Man, Sherwin don't fuck around.

In high school, he even choked out the principal.

Then you got Bertha Purvis.

That bitch carry a Buck knife, and she know how to use it.

Shit, even Big Wally Purvis...

Fat as fuck, but he quick.

He could beat anybody in a foot race.

I'm even scared of the youngest, Romell Purvis.

Aah!

Romell shot a man for selling cotton candy.

He's only 11 years old.

The cops couldn't do nothin' about it, 'cause he's a minor.

You know, they got aunts, they got uncles, they got cousins.

Baby, there's a bunch of them, man.

If you fight one of them, you got to fight the whole family.

If that's what it's gotta be, then so be it.

Baby, you do not have to do this.

It doesn't have to be this way.

You are a talented, intelligent,

and hardworking black man.

You could do so much more.

What... What you mean, "more"?

You... You mean, like, explosives?

Yo, my man can get us some grenades for the low, Shay...

Shut the fuck up!

Look, baby, okay? Listen to me.

You don't have to do this. You can do anything else.

What... What about the cooking classes?

Whoa, whoa. Stop, stop, stop.

Tray, Tray, w-what's this cooking stuff?

Huh? You cooking?

What you gonna be, Chef Boyar-Tray?

- Nah. Let's go. - Let's go, then!

Where you... Where you going, baby?

No... Tray!

- Yo, Tray, come on! - Be back later.

That boy lucky he got some good dick.

Tell me what happened.

Look, the Purvis family tried to kill Tray.

We think it was them.

I didn't get a good look at the dude.

Look, it was Malcolm Purvis, man.

Been talking shit from back in the day.

He drive a red car.

Look, what more do you need to know, man?

That's all you got?

A red car?

That's all I got? That's all I need, son.

Well, I heard you and Malcolm got into it last week

at the car wash.

What he talkin' 'bout, Clyde?

Yeah, we had a little situation, man.

We... had a few words. That's it.

A few words, huh?

Heard you threatened him.

You threatened Malcolm Purvis?

That's what this is about?

Look, I-I wouldn't say "threatened"...

but I did get at it.

So you barked on Malcolm Purvis?

Are you crazy?!

He cut me off in the parking lot!

What am I supposed to do?!

Huh?!

Well, congratulations, dumb-ass.

Because you almost got your cousin killed.

Man, screw all that!

Y'all playing games, man! Y'all ain't ready!

Let me tell you something.

I'm trying to run a business here.

You ain't gonna start no war over some damn parking spot.

Wavy, you getting soft, B!

Wavy! Wavy!

Yo! Yo! Yo, please!

Wait a minute, Wavy!

What the fuck did you say to me?

- Look at me, Wavy. - I will murder you right now.

Wavy, please. That's my cousin, man.

My blood. It's Clyde.

It's Clyde. He made a mistake.

It's not his fault.

Clyde is stupid.

Come on. That's how you get my back right now?

Look, Wavy.

Okay, I almost lost my life today over some bullshit.

I'm not trying to seek revenge.

I just want a peaceful resolution!

That's it.

So all of a sudden, you Dalai Lama?

They shot at you, man!

Yo, shut your fuckin' mouth!

I don't wanna hear another word out of you.

Let me tell both of y'all something.

Okay?

Now...

Y'all Negroes better clean this thing up,

because if I have to get my hands dirty,

I'm-a kill both your black asses.

Am I clear?

As day, nigga.

Fuck Wavy.

He threatening us? Huh?

Who do he think he is?

Man, you got us into this shit.

Now you got the Purvises on us and Wavy pissed off.

He the boss man.

He better watch how he talk to us, a'ight?

'Cause I will body him, just like anybody else.

Man, you ain't gonna do shit to Wavy.

- How you know what I'm-a do? - 'Cause you mad.

You just talkin' out the side of your neck.

Fuck! What the fuck?! Windy as shit!

And my eyes is tearing up!

Man, I am glad to be breathing this windy-ass air.

Your car sucks!

Shut the fuck up!

Shh. My mom's sleeping.

Yo, she snore loud as hell.

She sound like she may have sleep apnea.

Ooh, wow. She sound like a banshee.

What's that?

The dog from Australia.

Hmm.

Mm. Jesus Christ.

She just got a fat neck.

And she smoke too much weed.

Bob-by!