Breh was stretched out, on the kitchen tiles underneath some shelves and boxes
my man got up on the top rope like he was about to do something.
Cookie was like
"What goes up, must come dooooooowwwwwwnnnnn!"
OG midair like
he got straight WWE'd to concussionville.
as if that wasn't enough, Cookie got hands and time tonight, "lemme remix your grill, playboi."
i wish there was audio.
you know he was talking that good shyt.