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Do you know why you here?
I mean,
Y'all been watching me for two years.
Doing a sloppy fucking job.
I would have thought you'd ask for an autograph by now.
Are you fucking kidding me? She looked right at us.
Nah, bro, she didn't see us.
We know you not working alone.
We got eyes everywhere.
So tell me who the fuck was fucking me last night.
She thinks she funny.
Wait, hold on, hold on. Play that back.
Play that back.
We been hearing about all the protests that's been going on in the city, okay?
It's been causing a lot of chaos.
I'm talking about the CDs, the posters, the everything.
What's in the bag, Hurrisha?
Open it.
FBI, get on the floor!
Hands down, get down!
Search this shit, man.
What's this, CDs?
We found 300 of these
In your house.
300?
I need more than that.
Who is Bryson Tiller?
Based on all the evidence that we've gathered,
Here are some of the names of the people she just might be working with.
First, we got Trina.
Up next, Summer Walker.
Trick Daddy.
Down here, we have Davido.
Next, Vybz Kartel.
Everybody's favorite, Kodak Black.
Bryson Tiller.
And up top, Quavo.
Who the fuck is Quavo?
Up on my side, we got Travis Scott,
Pleasure P,
London on the Track,
Shenseea,
Rick Ross,
And G Herbo.
Out the car! Now!
Get out the car!
Stop!
Hands!
Stay still!
Stop talking! Move!
Fuck suckers, get the fuck off me!
We bringing you in for questioning.
Fuck you and your questioning.
It's time, baby, you going to jail.
Let's go.
Come on, let's get out of here.
No drugs, no money?
What's this shit?
Albums?
Come on, it got to be...
Off the record,
Tell me,
What is all this?
On the record, chico...
Watch this.

(Watch this)
(Fuck you, fuck you)
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