And that means, an unfiltered Carlos and Bezzy navigating their way through the ups and downs of petty beefs, hustling, tricking, and fatherhood. Carlos deads Bezzy’s hype-yourself-up anthem on the HBCU drumline-ready “DYS” by throwing grenades at everyone they have static with and making bazooka noises. At the same time, Carlos can be introspective without softening the relentless bounce of the tape. Stitching Carlos and Bezzy’s bond together even tighter is a shared affinity for the Louisiana ass-shaking music that came before them. That feeling is there whether they’re doing a little flexing over the vintage 2000s Trill-style funk of “No Talking” or “WTF,” which boosts a B.G.