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[intro]
first tonight: two grenades, five guns, tons of ammo, and nearly twenty pounds of marijuana. all of that discovered, they say, inside this man’s uptown charlotte apartment complex. all this, according to a search warrant that channel 9’s crime reporter hunter sáenz has a copy of, is live tonight, and hunter has also revealed the man was already on the radar of charlotte police.
ayy
(what’s good, geeohhs?)

[verse]
i done took a lot of l’s, like f*ck 12, they got me on the news (f*ck 12)
they scared as h*ll, like, “he out on bond,” that boy on the loose (on the loose)
i ain’t worryin’ ’bout sh*t, i got this wockhardt in my juice (ha)
i’m in the courthouse with my lawyer, tryna dodge a noose (yeah)
why they tryna hang a n*gga? d*mn (why?)
i ain’t nothin’ like these [?] n*ggas
i done got it out the mud, you can’t change a n*gga (got it, yeah)
got me on the tv screen f*cked up, tellin’ all my business (all my business)
i just take this sh*t to the chest like i’m doin’ fitness
how the f*ck you get a warrant and get in my crib?
you ain’t even pull me over (how the f*ck?)
n*ggas really capping, they putting dirt on my name
they tryna f*ck me over
bold as h*ll, you askin’ me for favors, i don’t even f*ckin’ know ya
these n*ggas pocket*watching, talkin’ ’bout my checks
but i don’t f*ckin’ know you (why?)
you know we gettin’ money
i ain’t gotta tell you, n*gga, i can show you
they on my line, i had to switch it up and get a motorola
caught me in that strike and i might, f*ck it, get a whole corolla
had to lose all my bread and run it up, you can’t stop my motion
this tee cost a check (yeah), a new pendant next (next)
this rope on my neck, you know i’ma flex (know i’ma—)
this lil’ b*tch is mad ’cause i don’t like to text (don’t like to flex)
12 took the scat but the ‘cat comin’ next
n*gga said he paid a band for some buffs, he done got finessed
i just upped a diamond [?], n*ggas scared like i upped a tec
i got the choppa in the club, put that b*tch inside my pants, man
i just plant a blue 30 in yo’ blunt ’cause you a crackhead
i ain’t worried ’bout no opp, they gettin’ popped like a blackhead
they tryna paint the wrong image, i just sit back and stack bread
yeah, this sh*t gettin’ sticky, yeah it’s deep but i’m not scared
blowin’ up my phone but they not really talking bread
i got caught up in a spindel, now i’m moving on a swivel, d*mn
them crackers tryna do me bad, i don’t think they give a d*mn
they talking ’bout me bad, bringin’ up some sh*t from instagram
these n*ggas watchin’ all my gun videos, they been a fan
i’m really on a mission, f*ck that bullsh*t, i’m on they ass
i was livin’ young and reckless, not thinking, moving too fast
i done got some new cash, why you mad? with yo’ fool ass
i got a whole lotta sh*t in the stash, no i can’t crash
they don’t listen ’til you spaz on a n*gga
i got that new [?], they like, “he tripping, what he doin’ with that chicken?”
this sh*t really in my blood, you don’t know how i’m living
these n*ggas really ain’t living, i’m making better decisions, d*mn (godd*mn)
[outro]
yeah, scott, according to that search warrant, police were already on the lookout for this guy for allegedly posting videos threatening to blow up their patrol cars.
(this sh*t really crazy as h*ll)
(like they really tryna make me look like a terrorist)
(hehehe)

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