Mike: Look, you can do a lot of things, mother fucker, alright. But you can't ghost me. You understand that? Hey. Don't ghost me. You disappear. You're rolling the fucking Russians. With no warning. And then you light em up. With an arsenal that sure as shit did not come from that gunshop. Are you crazy?
Bunny: Mother fucker spiked my supply.
Mike: Yeah.
Bunny: You push me, I'mma push back, Mike.
Mike: I know. I was there. At the club. When you fucking lit it up. You almost took me off the board.
Bunny: What the fuck you hiding with the Soviets for then?
Mike: I was trying to remedy your problem Bunny. I know what they did to your supply. You gotta let me do my job. Not fucking shoot at me.
Bunny: Comi mother fuckers don't know the rules out here. Alright. They ain't equals.
Mike: Yeah, well they think they fucking wrote the rules. They're coming down like Moses with the tablets and the commandments or whatever the fuck it is.
Bunny: Well we're going to send Moses right back up that fucking mountain, aight? Ain't no tablets out here. I'm the New Testament. Yeah. Besides, I don't see them making no fucking moves right now.
Mike: Yeah, well.
Bunny: So maybe my message done stuck.
Mike: Yeah, maybe. Maybe. Maybe I threw a block on your behalf. I don't know. Either way, Bunny. No one is resting easy.