Intro $ki: Aye Aye Yuh, Let's f** up some Commas
[Verse 1]
Hatin' on a n***a like your name George Bush
This that new sh** like I'm a tourist
Don't leave the kitchen till' I got a torn wrist
Poppa bear in that p**y and I need some porridge
Ricky bobby on my body and I got endorsements
Put my dick in a witch, say rigor mortis (stish)
Put a tat on my face and she call me gorgeous
I done ran up the money, f** a portion
[Hook]
Houston, we might have a problem
Houston, we might have a problem
I spilt some lean in my Fanta
I don't rock no mo' bandanas
Nooo
Houston, we might have a problem
Houston, we might have a problem
There is dead guys in my wallet
Supreme just threw up in my closet
[Verse 2]
She ride on my dick like a biker
Climb on my dick like a hiker
Your b**h is very excited
She wanna do it no Nike
I rock the ski but no ski mask
I rock the mask from the hockey
I showed a trick to your wee-man
We disappear won't say sorry
Wipe me down
No Shamwow
Speaking with the pistol, sh** say G-rrrow
JG Wentworth need my money now
How I walk up bout the bank bands heavy like ow
Only tip a n***a if he mean just like a cow
Snub-nosed pistol make a n***a say ow
Finger on trigger make em' kiss like now
b**h I'm Freaky Fred with the flame like bow
[Hook]
Houston, we might have a problem
Houston, we might have a problem
I spilt some lean in my Fanta
I don't rock no mo' bandanas
Nooo
Houston, we might have a problem
Houston, we might have a problem
There is dead guys in my wallet
Supreme just threw up in my closet
[Outro]
Houston, we might have a problem
Houston, we might have a problem
Houston, we might have a problem
Houston, we might have a problem
I don't rock no mo' bandanas
I spilt some lean in my Fanta
Your b**h make me so excited
I might just hit it, one night it