Freaky (Remix) Feat. Maverick (B...

Tryna get freaky for the night no hands

Booking all these hotels with no bands

All these thoughts in my head yet no plans

We in the club, adjacent

To the new SuperMarket, looking ancient

Owner name is Jason with a lil spot on his face

Thats why we call him freak cause he mark up the place

Right, Niggas struggling to get freaky

never needed a bad bitch to pull out my wee-wee

But wait, a nigga aint gay, we aint doing shit for pay just to get play

Might be a bad day when we freak up the place, ride this D like you running away

I mean damn, stun me away, you aint no stunna girl but you blew me away

Head and top got me feeling this way, chip is a rapper aint no time to get laid

Only time to get paid, better blow up my page, but make sure the check tipping, U.S.A.

Driving down, Lincoln riding on a motorbike better get to blinking, running on these red lights nigga aint thinking

Bout to get rum down, wait I meant run down gotta put my pipe down, tryna mow my bitch down

Niggas really thought I retired like this MoTown get me a record label never bow down

Tryna get freaky for the night no hands

Booking all these hotels with no bands

All these thoughts in my head yet no plans

We in bed and this girl say she leaking (damn)

I love fortnite so she always say im geeking (fam)

But she fixing her complextion, yea she bleaching (damn)

Ion speak Creole but I'm Haitian

I mean jamaican, get a concotion, Ion never need a motion to rock yuh ocean

no potions, ion talking voodoo call me Baba Yaga cause you know that I still brew

At a standstill, these niggas cant even see me when I stand still, I mean kill Bill

Like a HillBilly I sing like Parton baby, But ion need no dollies to make me a baby

Yea I'm crazy, drug head Im on the pills, like a love fest, I mean confess I did incest

Tryna get freaky for the night no hands

Booking all these hotels with no bands

All these thoughts in my head yet no plans

Her eyes are sharp in dark rings, like a vinyl needle

Brings back the mask, deceitful, makes me sound evil

Newly single... Smash hit, and that pause was a pregnant scare

That's a record scratch, my CDs clawed by press-on nails

Pushed a thumb tack in my beak that says "catch ya later"

But I need a wingman just to leave her temporal lair

Vice-versa, she's stamped deeply within my temporal layers

Straight up traumatic in the freakiest of sexual terrors

The knives in the kitchen need sanitizing for different reasons

I try to forget it

But she's sly in prying forgiveness in violent incisions of sweetness

And it's venom flavored.

Spiders in her melon, creepin' t'wards anything but the best behavior

Switching 4 personalities and each of them with a deathly stare...

'Cause I cheated on every one, I guess I really am a record player.

But...

She spittles her evil callings and belittles 'til I'm feeble, always

Ego shrivels and I'll weasel out it like acquittal in a legal outing

('Cause if it's...)

Equitable; I'm feeling small she, getting killed, by a creepy-crawly.

Tryna get freaky for the night no hands

Booking all these hotels with no bands

All these thoughts in my head yet no plans

You know what I think is freaky?

GK Trill tried to diss me

Now he all up on my wee-wee (haha)