Freaky Fred
[Intro]
To bass be the glory
Yuh, ayy, ayy, yuh
The fuck is this water, your bitch gives me water, I do like the
Wet, splash, what?
Pew, pew, pew, yuh yuh
[Verse 1]
Hatin' on a nigga like your name George Bush
This that new shit like I'm a tourist, haha
Don't leave the kitchen 'til I got a torn wrist
Papa Bear in that pussy and I need some porridge
Ricky Bobby on my body and I got endorsements
Put my dick in a witch, say rigor mortis, swish
Put a tat on my face and she call me gorgeous
I done ran up the money, fuck a portion, uh
[Chorus]
Houston, we might have a problem (What?)
Houston, we might have a problem (What?)
I spilled some lean in my Fanta (Hmm)
I don't rock no mo' bandannas, no
Houston, we might have a problem (What?)
Houston, we might have a problem (Skrt)
There is dead guys in my wallet (Mm)
Supreme just threw up in my closet, uh (Mm)
[Verse 2]
She ride on my dick like a biker (Ride)
Climb on my dick like a hiker (Climb)
Your bitch is very excited (Mm-hmm)
She wanna do it no Nike, ayy
I rock the ski but no ski mask, ayy (Pew)
I rock the mask from the hockey, ayy (Hockey)
I showed a trick to your wee-man, ayy
We disappear won't say sorry, ayy
Wipe me down, no ShamWow
Speaking with the pistol, shit say grrr-ow (Pew)
J.G. Wentworth need my money now (Ayy)
How I walk up bout the bank, bands heavy like ow
Only tip a nigga if he mean just like a cow
Snub-nosed pistol make a nigga say, "Ow" (Wet)
Finger on trigger make 'em kiss like now
Bitch, I'm Freaky Fred with the flame, like bow
[Bridge]
Haha, yuh, bitch, yuh
Whoo, yuh
Oh, fuck, hahaha, yuh
Shit, fucking a bitch
Wanna suck my dick, ayy
[Chorus]
Houston, we might have a problem (What?)
Houston, we might have a problem (Okay)
I spilled some lean in my Fanta (Bitch)
I don't rock no mo' bandannas, no
Houston, we might have a problem (Wet)
Houston, we might have a problem (Shine, shine)
There is dead guys in my wallet, hmm
Supreme just threw up in my closet (Hee)
[Outro]
Houston, we might have a problem (Yuh)
Houston, we might have a problem ('Kay)
Houston, we might have a problem (Bitch)
Houston, we might have a problem (Get it)
I don't rock no mo' bandannas, hell no
I spilled some lean in my Fanta, yuh
Your bitch make me so excited, ayy
I might just hit it, one night it, ayy