who what when lyrics – t.i.

who what when
(feat. meek mill)

[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 n*gg*s trippin we gon slide down where they mother at.
ak-47 with the double strap,
got your sister at the funeral,
saying bring my rubber back.
ya’ll n*gg*s f*ckin with the wrong one
yea i gotta short temper,
but i got a long gun
call the mac the chicken wing cause it got it’s own drum
i know these n*gg*s sick of me
cause i done had a long run
countin all this money,
f*ckin all these hoes.
they was lookin at me funny
when i pulled up in that rolls
ya’ll good for talkin on twitter (twitter)
we good for sparkin on n*gg*s (sparkin)
broad day,
walk up on a n*gg*s have that homicide
you gonna put the chopper on a n*gg*

[hook t.i.]
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*ck n*gg*
youd better get that f*ck sh*t off your mind.
cause i’m a up that strap,
you crossed the line.
cut these apples out you n*gg*s startin spreadin the new.
when i choose sh*t on a corpse,
hide head with the two

[t.i.:]
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*t.
see that motivation make you say i’m c*cky as sh*t.
watever, f*ck it tell em suck and help part of my d*ck.
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*gg*s soft like the michelin man.
when you see other n*gg*s standin with a pencil in hand
carry me on stage rappin with my d*ck in my hand.
tryna distiguish the difference between a b*tch 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

[hook t.i.]
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*ck n*gg*
youd better get that f*ck sh*t off your mind.
cause i’m a up that strap,
you crossed the line.
cut these apples out you n*gg*s startin spreadin the new.
when i choose sh*t on a corpse,
hide head with the two

[young booke:]
i’m ballin half around, half a jet, n*gg* pound for pound
only time we showin up, the shut this motha f*cker down
ridin round in the kia, no spare tires
chopper round shots fired,
n*gg* flatlines zip came to it and keep the powder savoral.
drive bys on dirt bike with meek milli o.
crow rock sh*lls,
i bleach em and watch em fade away.
and leave a n*gg* 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*gg*s *ss still
ya’ll n*gg*s get wasted i ain’t talkin spilled bills.
school a hunt knox i’m a hate a cheetah.
one ya a d*ck 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

[hook t.i.]
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*ck n*gg*
youd better get that f*ck sh*t off your mind.
cause i’m a up that strap,
you crossed the line.
cut these apples out you n*gg*s startin spreadin the new.
when i choose sh*t on a corpse,
hide head with the two

/ t i lyrics