High (Skit)

Tory’s Girlfriend: Here we go around with this shit his phone is always ringing, so sick of this shit

Tory: Yo whats up bro?

Big Homie: Yo Fargo

Tory: What’s the deal?

Big Homie: Yo i need you to pull up to the set asap

Tory: Shit nigga I’m with my shawty, right now though, i can’t call you back?

Tory’s Girlfriend: Uh Yes

Big Homie: Nah that’s gonna have to wait, you remember that house y'all hit up on the East side?

Tory: Shit yea, Chino’s crib what about it .. shit fuck..

Big Homie: Ya, them niggas came to the block and shot the little homie up, so we need you to pull up to the set, right now

Tory’s Girlfriend: Yo what does that have to do with you? Like can’t they do anything on their own? .... shit

Tory: Shit, look bro, niggas wasn’t tryna make nobody get hurt out this mo’fucker, we went to the house on though, we hit the house that shit ain’t go right my nigga. I got out of it one time I told y'all niggas I’m tryna do this music shit, why the fuck ima bring myself right back into this shit?

Big Homie: Music? Nigga fuck music

Tory’s Girlfriend: Just hang up on that nigga

Big Homie: Look nigga, you either pull up to the block come see us, or we gonna come see you. You choose

Tory: Shit nigga.. Man i gotta go

Tory’s Girlfriend: Nah, you ain’t going no where, like your not, your not