Who Diddit?
[Intro]
(I got my beat it's from Leeky)
Look
Check it out

[Verse 1]
Aye, you know I got my beat it's from Leeky
That bitch a treesh, I'm fucking her, leg in the air
I'm smokin' exotic, my tolerance high than a bitch
I pop me a Xan, I don't care
Boy, half of you niggas be funny as hell
My bitch try to fuck anywhere
Nigga, was posted in traffic all night with the steel
Boy, half of my niggas don't care
I really was up in that striker, a nigga can't tell me that karma wasn't in the air
Now, we be getting that money, we stay out the way
But I promise you, I'll take it there

[Verse 2]
I promise you I be just smoking exotic, I put me a dead nigga up in the air
Posted with .40 cal, 30 clip Glock-19, boy you better not stare, huh
It's just me and Bolo, you give us the lo'
And I bet you that we will post up anywhere
We pull up in traffic then air out the spot and then back to the crib
And turn on my phone like a nigga wasn't even there
Them bitches want fuck with me, I do not care
Just throw me that pussy, come put it right here
Can't get no money 'cause I do not share
And I don't really care if that shit is not fair
I'm smoking exotic it been like a year since I popped me a Addy
Then ride through the city with guns in the rear
We spin 'til we dizzy
[Verse 3]
Spot a opp and I bet it get litty
Hottest lil niggas my side of the city
I can't stop spinning, I keep that bitch wit' me
Bolo he with me, he empty the semi
And after that I'll probably post up in philly
After that I'll probably hop in a Hemi
The police behind me I step on a motherfucking pedal
I'm knowing them crackers don't wanna come near me
I step on the gas
I'm moving fast
Foe nem they trailing, the Audi, the Beamer, the Jag
I can't stop
And I swear I'm not coming in last when this Glock pop
Boy, I bet that bitch aiming for his ass
I'm off Xanny or three and I hop in the whip and I blink and I crash
I was serving that work up in class
Dodging the principle, no hall pass

[Bridge]
I'm telling ya
Look
Man these bitches be all in my call logs
I be passing the ball to Lil Bolo, that nigga a ball hog
.40 cal stuck to my hip
And Bolo, he with me, you niggas be small dog
I just talked to the gang on the phone
They told me I'm rapping this shit way too raw dog
Niggas know I be with it
[Verse 4]
Pass me the stick and forget it
I'm posted with Bolo, we rocking all black and a fitted
Pass me the stick, Imma hit it
Boy, guarantee it ain't no witness
I probably'll pop out, be like, "Who Diddit?"
I'll probably send shots at a nigga who claiming he with it
But, nigga, he really ain't with it
The police, they knock on my door, take me to station
I tell 'em, "I don't know who did it, but good luck wit' it"

(Man, good luck with that shit man)