​right on Vayda

[Intro]
(Uh)
(Freaky, freaky, uh, yuh, yeah)
(Freaky, freaky, uh, yuh, uh)
Freaky, freaky, uh
Yeah

[Chorus]
Freaky ass bums, I could never be one
I make that nigga spin it, it’s a game, I’m having fun
Uh, gimme that tongue, baby, found the right one
I want you to be quiet while I ride it 'til I’m done

[Verse]
I had that nigga bussing
Nigga bussing like a fucking gun
When he put it too deep, I be yelling
Then I fucking run
Running just like Forrest
And my ass so fat, they call it Gump
Show the people how I’m living
Post it, now they call it dump
I don’t really care about a bitch unless she stood me up
Bitches live in Kansas talking shit about how they not touched
Wasn’t really with me if you wasn’t firing up the Dutch
Say you fucking with me, but can’t do shit
Bitch you is not clutch
What’s the 4-1-1?
What’s the fucking rush? I just begun
I never block a bitch
I just pop my shit like, “What you on?”
If I’m talking shit
You know that I’m right, I’m never wrong
Like the 7 D’s
Bitch I’m 7 deep, they stay right on