King Whistle - Thought It Was

In and out the trap
What you thought it was
Always got my strap
What you thought it was
Only stating Facts
What you thought it was
Counting up them racks
What you thought it was
I been getting rich
What you thought it was
Laid up with your bitch
What you thought it was
Im King Whistle Bitch
Who you thought it was
Riding with a stick
What you thought it was

Smoking up that loud with your bitch
Standing in the couch gettin lit
Coming with a ladder in the stick
Speeding up the lane in a 6
Spending all this money in the club trying make it flood
Give me life no parole never will I rat my plug
In the kitchen got to get it hard til it ain't no suds
We can go to war anytime put it on my blood
I put my own work in I'm the shooter
Spaghetti meat bitch out of ya medulla
If I'm the shark then we all know who the tuna
Better yet your team gold fish I'm a barracuda
I'm the biggest killer whale in the ocean
Ya bitch up on my dick if you haven't noticed
Running up my phone said she need that potion
Telling all her friends that my dick is potent
Pillow talking with these bitches got you open
They know the combination now ya safe is open
I just poke them choke them I long stroke them
South west philly bitch see me floating

In and out the trap
What you thought it was
Always got my strap
What you thought it was
Only stating Facts
What you thought it was
Counting up them racks
What you thought it was
I been getting rich
What you thought it was
Laid up with your bitch
What you thought it was
Im King Whistle Bitch
Who you thought it was
Riding with a stick
What you thought it was

Hand shake passwords knocking on my door better know the passcode
Know some bitches chopping pills sort it up then snore it up
Or put a straw of Coke in they asshole
You pussy niggas better never cross the line
I started from the bottom now I'm doing fine
I hope you watching yours like I'm watching mines
My uncle did 20 coming home this time
The judge try to give a nigga life sentence
I wave a body bag at the fucking witness
Oh you think I'm playing I ain't fucking kidding
If I load my AR then I handle business
Shotout to my niggas that be getting rich
Shotout to the bitches sending naked pics
Up on instagram trynna hit a lick
Who you fooling with them words like I ain't in the mix
Haters in my comments just be popping shit
Stiff arm all you niggas watch out Lil bitch
2chainz taught me that they get mad I get rich
Riding wit a stick like I ain't got no picks

In and out the trap
What you thought it was
Always got my strap
What you thought it was
Only stating Facts
What you thought it was
Counting up them racks
What you thought it was
I been getting rich
What you thought it was
Laid up with your bitch
What you thought it was
Im King Whistle Bitch
Who you thought it was
Riding with a stick
What you thought it was

Written by:
Raymond Tate

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