Meek Mill - Who What When (feat. T.I.) lyrics

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 n***as sigh we gon slide down where they mother at Ak-47 with the double strap How your sh** stay at the funeral Bring my rubber back Chicks are f**in' 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 n***as sick of me 'Cause I done had a long run Countin' all this money f**in' 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 n***as (sparkin') Broad day Walk up on a n***as head and homicide You gonna put the chopper on a n***a [Chorus] 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, f** n***a You'd better get that f** sh** off your mind 'Cause I'm a up that strap You crossed the line Cut these apples out you n***as startin spreadin the new When I choose sh** 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 sh** See that motivation make you say I'm co*ky as sh** Watever, f** it tell em s** 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 n***as soft like the Michelin man When you see other n***as standin with a pencil in hand Carry me on stage rappin with my dick in my hand Tryna distiguish the difference between a b**h 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 [Chorus] Hide head with the two I'm ballin half around, half a jet, n***a pound for pound Only time we showin up, the shut this motha f**er down Ridin round in the Kia, no spare tires Chopper round shots fired n***a 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 n***a 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 n***as a** still Ya'll n***as get wasted I ain't talkin spilled bills School a hunt knox I'm a hate a cheetah One ya a dick s**a 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 [Chorus]