Talk about the three that you hit to tie the game.

Big time corner three. And it's on Paul George.

You poked a ball out of Paul George's hand.

Let me set the tone.

Get off me. Okay, so what? Give me tech. Fuck that. I'm in this bitch. Did they tell you? No, they bet not. I papped them.

Man, me and Paul George, we in motherfucking greased together.

We're playing basketball without a basketball.

You mean, next time we play, I got this move for you. I'm messing, but put that move up. Let me see it. I'm literally guard them.

I got on motherfucking Dior swim trunks, motherfucking sandals out, toes out. He got on the damn near the same thing, the white T-shirt. So we just guard each other. No basketball.

Did he get the move off? Damn, no. In the game, let me see that weak ass move he was talking about. I'm about to show you right now.

His buckers are always placed off me, never with the ball because I'm going to take that shit.

You had one. I didn't know if it was a steal or a block.

Yeah. A low swipe, always block. You'd like to bring the ball down. My hand will be right there waiting on you. I know you personally.