Freaky Fred Songtext
von Ski Mask the Slump God

To bass be the glory
Yuh, ayy, ayy, yuh (pew, pew, pew, pew)
The fuck is this water, your bitch gives me water, I do like the (yuh, ayy, ha-ha)
Wet (ha-ha), splash, what?
Pew, pew, yuh, yuh (ayy)

Hatin′ on a nigga like your name George Bush
This that new shit like I'm a tourist (ha)
Don′t leave the kitchen 'til I got a torn wrist
Papa Bear in that pussy and I need some porridge (woah, woah)
Ricky Bobby on my body and I got endorsements
Put my dick in a witch, say rigor mortis, swish ('tis)
Put a tat on my face and she call me gorgeous
I done ran up the money, fuck a portion, uh (Hoo!)


Houston, we might have a problem (What?)
Houston, we might have a problem (What?)
I spilled some lean in my Fanta (hm)
I don′t rock no mo′ bandanas, no
Houston, we might have a problem (What?)
Houston, we might have a problem (okay)
There is dead guys in my wallet (Mm, hm)
Supreme just threw up in my closet, uh

She ride on my dick like a biker (ride)
Climb on my dick like a hiker (climb)
Your bitch is very excited (mhm)
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 (ayy)
I showed a trick to your wee-man, ayy (What?)
We disappear won't say sorry, ayy (go)
Wipe me down, no ShamWow (Sham)
Speaking with the pistol, shit say grr-ow (pew)
J.G. Wentworth, need my money now (ayy)
How I walk up ′bout the bank, bands heavy like ow (ayy)
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 (bitch)


Ha-ha, yuh, bitch, yuh
Hoo, yuh (pew-pew-pew-pew)
Ha, yuh (oh, fuck man, Very Rare shit, real shit)
Bitch, on yo' fucking a bitch
Wanna suck my dick, ayy

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' bandanas, no
Houston, we might have a problem (wet)
Houston, we might have a problem (shine, shine)
There is dead guys in my wallet, hm
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 mo′ bandanas, hell no
I spilled some lean in my Fanta, yuh
Your bitch make me so excited, ayy
I'ma just hit it, one night it, ayy