“The fuck you want me to say? Do I have to stay here?” “My shit nice… don’t act like I got you in a dump,” Capone laughed as he opened a bag of chips, and put his feet up on Kobe, who sat back down on the other edge of the couch. “Get your big ass feet off me! These are Valentino pants… runway.” Capone, unbothered, continued to toss chips into his mouth while Kobe went on about his designer pants.