Freaky Fred

Lyrics

[Intro] To bass be the glory Yuh (Woo) Ayy, ayy, yuh Huh, my pockets is this water, your bitch gives me water, I do like the Wet, huh, splash, what? (Huh) 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, huh [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 more bandannas, no Houston, we might have a problem (What?) Houston, we might have a problem (Hey) 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 weed man, ayy We disappear won't say sorry, ayy Wipe me down, no ShamWow Speaking with the pistol, shit say grr-aow (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 baow [Bridge] Bitch, huh, yuh, bitch, yuh Woo, yuh Huh, oh, fuck, hahaha, yuh Alright, shit, what we doin'? Bitch, nigga, fuckin' 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 more 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) 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, get it) I don't rock no more 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