Who What When (Feat. T.I.) - Meek Mill

If they got a problem, tell em call me, we can settle that

Matter fact, you ain’t gotta tell em, I’ll tell em that (I'll tell em)

And if these niggas' hiding, we gon' slide up where they motha' at

Ak-47 with the double strap

Have your sister at the funeral, bring my brother back

Just for fucking with the wrong one

Ya, I got a short temper, but I got a long gun

Call the mac the chicken wing cause it got its own drum

I know these niggas' sick of me cause I done had a long run

Countin' all this money (money) fucking all these hoes (hoes)

They was looking at me funny cause I pulled up in the rose (rose)

Y’all good for talkin' on Twitter (Twitter)

We good for sparkin' on niggas' (sparkin')

Broad day walk up on a niggas'

Had a homicide unit put the chalk up on niggas'

Hey you gon' do somethin' to who, what, when

You say you want it with who, what, when

Them shots is comin' at who, what, when

You was sayin' that to who, what, when fuck nigga

You better get that fuck shit off ya mind

Cause Imma up that strap, you crossed the line

Make examples out you niggas' start spreadin' the news

When I shoot you gon' enjoy upside your head with them twos

You want to find me, you can find me at the top of the list

Said if they ever let me in, I wouldn’t stop it for shit

You see that motivation, make you say I’m cocky as shit

Whatever, fuck it, tell em suck a hippopotamus dick

Nowadays, play how could I possibly get I’m getting paid

Get out the Maybach and go hop in the jet

Know they hat in on the rise and the cheddar I spend

And the fact that I’m looking' fly in whatever I’m in

Most of you big niggas' soft like the Michelin man

When you see a lil nigga standing with a pistol in hand

Kept me off stage rappin with my dick in my hand

Tryna distinguish the difference between a bitch and a fan

I done been broke once homie, never again

Cause I sold dope once and I’ll sell it again

First week 500, I’ll sell it again

Tell the mice make way and let Elvis in

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

Only time we showin' up, the shut this mothafucka down

Ridin' round in the Kia, no spare tires

Chopper round shots fired, nigga, flat lines

Zip came to it and keep the powder savoral

Drive by’s 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

What’s beef?

Beef is 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 nigga ass still

Ya’ll niggas get wasted I ain’t talkin' spilled beers

School of hard knocks, 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