Allegedly lyrics

[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 hell, 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? Damn (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 hell, 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, damn
Them crackers tryna do me bad, I don't think they give a damn
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, damn (Goddamn)
[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 hell)
(Like they really tryna make me look like a terrorist)
(Hehehe)