I want somebody to kick me out the car or the club. I'm gonna beat her ass up! Alright, let me be for real for real, bruh. I think obviously the club, because if you're in a car, you don't know where you're gonna be at. Who gonna kick you out, you don't know where you're gonna be at. Like, you might not even be your hometown, you might be in the desert when they kick you out. And you won't be able to know where to go. But you're in a club, bruh. You can call an Uber, dog. Go, hey! I mean, I'll be there for you if you get a chance. You know what I'm saying? Think smarter, not harder!

Well, I'd rather get kicked out of the car, or get kicked out of the club. I'd rather get manhandled by big men, cause I am big men, way big men.

Fun fact, if you use a fake ID to get into a bar or a club, they will not only embarrass the fuck out of you in front of everyone, they'll take it away from you. And then maybe they'll call the cops.

Carly there's plenty of other clubs at them if you're getting stranded in the car in the middle of nowhere and we want to do

I would say getting kicked in the balls is worse.