Freaky Fred lyrics

[Intro]
To bass be the glory
Yuh, ayy, ayy, yuh
The f*ck is this water, your b*tch gives me water, I do like the
Wet, splash, what?
Pew, pew, pew, yuh yuh

[Verse 1]
Hatin' on a n*gga like your name George Bush
This that new sh*t like I'm a tourist, haha
Don't leave the kitchen 'til I got a torn wrist
Papa Bear in that pus*y and I need some porridge
Ricky Bobby on my body and I got endorsements
Put my di*k in a witch, say rigor mortis, swish
Put a tat on my face and she call me gorgeous
I done ran up the money, f*ck 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 di*k like a biker (Ride)
Climb on my di*k like a hiker (Climb)
Your b*tch 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, sh*t 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 n*gga if he mean just like a cow
Snub-nosed pistol make a n*gga say, "Ow" (Wet)
Finger on trigger make 'em kiss like now
b*tch, I'm Freaky Fred with the flame, like bow

[Bridge]
Haha, yuh, b*tch, yuh
Whoo, yuh
Oh, f*ck, hahaha, yuh
sh*t, f*cking a b*tch
Wanna suck my di*k, ayy

[Chorus]
Houston, we might have a problem (What?)
Houston, we might have a problem (Okay)
I spilled some lean in my Fanta (b*tch)
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 (b*tch)
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 b*tch make me so excited, ayy
I might just hit it, one night it, ayy