Who What When - T.I., Meek Mill

You gonna do somethin' to

Who (who), What (what), When (when)

Never that

If they got a problem

Tell em call me we can settle that

Matter of fact

You ain’t gotta them em

I’ll tell em that (I'll tell em)

And if these niggas sigh we gon slide down where they mother at

Ak-47 with the double strap

How your shit stay at the funeral

Bring my rubber back

Chicks are fuckin' with the wrong one

Yea I gotta show

Tell em but I got a long gun

Call the mac the chicken wing cause it got it’s own drum

I know these niggas sick of me

'Cause I done had a long run

Countin' all this money

Fuckin' all these hoes

They was lookin' at me funny

When I pulled up in that rose

Ya’ll good for talkim' on Twitter (twitter)

We good for sparkin' on niggas (sparkin')

Broad day

Walk up on a niggas head and homicide

You gonna put the chopper on a nigga

Hey, you gon do somethin to

Who, what, when

You say you want it with

Who, what, when

Them shots come in with

Who, what, when

You were sayin that to

Who, what, then, fuck nigga

You’d better get that fuck shit off your mind

'Cause I’m a up that strap

You crossed the line

Cut these apples out you niggas startin spreadin the new

When I choose shit on a corpse

Hide head with the two

Where you can find me

You can find me

At the top of the list

And if they ever let me in I ain’t stoppin for shit

See that motivation make you say I’m cocky as shit

Watever, fuck it tell em suck and help part of my dick

Now a day, play, I coulda possibly get em, get paid

Get out the Maybach and go hop in the jet

Know they hatin on the rise and the chilled I spin

In the Phantom, I’m lookin fly in whatever I’m in

Mostly you big niggas soft like the Michelin man

When you see other niggas standin with a pencil in hand

Carry me on stage rappin with my dick in my hand

Tryna distiguish the difference between a bitch and a fan

Outa bed, rolled one homie, never again

Cause I sold dough once now I sell it again

Fur weed 500, I sell it again

Tell the mice mane win let the elfs keep sayin

Hide head with the two

I’m ballin half around, half a jet, nigga pound for pound

Only time we showin up, the shut this motha fucker down

Ridin round in the Kia, no spare tires

Chopper round shots fired

Nigga flatlines zip came to it and keep the powder savoral

Drive bys on dirt bike with Meek Milli O

Crow rock shells

I bleach em and watch em fade away

And leave a nigga block

Wetter than a rainy day

West beat Beavis when you scared to leave the crib

Guzzi and he inspired for some of the dolla mill

I’m worth mills and I beat a niggas ass still

Ya’ll niggas get wasted I ain’t talkin spilled bills

School a hunt knox I’m a hate a cheetah

One ya a dick sucka get your head up with the nina

And YM still strapped snookin with the cleava

Ya best bet: to run the other way when I see ya