You gonna do somethin' toWho (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 oneYea I gotta show,Tell em but I got a long gunCall the mac the chicken wing cause it got it's own drumI know these niggas sick of me'Cause I done had a long runCountin' all this money,Fuckin' all these hoes.They was lookin' at me funnyWhen I pulled up in that roseYa'll good for talkim' on Twitter (twitter)We good for sparkin' on niggas (sparkin')Broad day,Walk up on a niggas head and homicideYou gonna put the chopper on a nigga[Chorus]Hey, you gon do somethin toWho, what, when.You say you want it withWho, what, when.Them shots come in withWho, what, when.You were sayin that toWho, what, then, fuck niggaYou'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 twoWhere 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 jetKnow they hatin on the rise and the chilled I spin.In the Phantom, I'm lookin fly in whatever I'm inMostly you big niggas soft like the Michelin man.When you see other niggas standin with a pencil in handCarry me on stage rappin with my dick in my hand.Tryna distiguish the difference between a bitch and a fanOuta bed, rolled one homie, never again,Cause I sold dough once now I sell it againFur weed 500, I sell it againTell the mice mane win let the elfs keep sayin[Chorus]Hide head with the twoI'm ballin half around, half a jet, nigga pound for poundOnly time we showin up, the shut this motha fucker downRidin round in the Kia, no spare tiresChopper 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 dayWest 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 stillYa'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 ninaAnd YM still strapped snookin with the cleava.Ya best bet: to run the other way when I see ya[Chorus]
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