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who diddit? - lil rango & leekflexin lyrics

[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 b*tch a treesh, i’m f*cking her, leg in the air
i’m smokin’ exotic, my tolerance high than a b*tch
i pop me a xan, i don’t care
boy, half of you n*ggas be funny as h*ll
my b*tch try to f*ck anywhere
n*gga, was posted in traffic all night with the steel
boy, half of my n*ggas don’t care
i really was up in that striker, a n*gga 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 n*gga 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 n*gga wasn’t even there
them b*tches want f*ck with me, i do not care
just throw me that p*ssy, come put it right here
can’t get no money ’cause i do not share
and i don’t really care if that sh*t 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 n*ggas my side of the city
i can’t stop spinning, i keep that b*tch 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 motherf*cking 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 b*tch 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 b*tches be all in my call logs
i be passing the ball to lil bolo, that n*gga a ball hog
.40 cal stuck to my hip
and bolo, he with me, you n*ggas be small dog
i just talked to the gang on the phone
they told me i’m rapping this sh*t way too raw dog
n*ggas 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 n*gga who claiming he with it
but, n*gga, 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 sh*t man)

- lil rango leekflexin lyrics

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