Everybody Knows Fredo
"Everybody Knows" by Fredo, released in 2020, is a #HipHop track exploring themes of betrayal, street life, and the harsh realities of fame. The lyrics reflect on trust and the struggles of navigating relationships in a tough environment. Musically, it features a moody beat and introspective flow, resonating with listeners facing similar challenges. The song has gained cultural relevance for its raw depiction of urban life.
[Intro]
Okay
[Chorus]
I'm a dope boy, trap boy, everybody knows (Knows)
I open my shop up, then everybody goes (Everybody)
From the cars to the clothes (Clothes), the jewels to the flows (Flows)
Don't fool the bros, the tool's gonna blow
And no (No), I don't wonder she'll love me if I'm broke (Why?)
'Cause goin' broke is somethin' that I won't, no
I get money when I'm high (High), I get money when I'm low (Low)
I get money with my honey (Honey), I get money with the bros (Bros)
[Verse 1]
You try discipline me (Me), that's when I discipline you (You)
Girl, I'm done with these hoes, I'm in a discipline mood (I am)
Fly girl, I like the way you're glistenin' too
Before rap, in the trap, I'm who they're listenin' to
You like suckin' it, strokin' it, kissin' 'em too
When you're at work, missin' me, you're missin' 'em too (Too)
Nah, real niggas ain't dissin' on tunes
In real life, make niggas go missin' with booms
Like, sweep 'em aside (Side), put your feelings aside
I'm the type to go to a weddin' and leave with the bride
I'm a devious guy
Got my girl a new Range Rover, left it outside, and said, "The keys are inside"
And I still can't get a Visa or go to Miami
'Cause you know me, I'm scatty, favorite clothes is a trackie
Way before rap, I had a freezin' wrist
They ask me how, I tell, "Them the reason is—"
Okay
[Chorus]
I'm a dope boy, trap boy, everybody knows (Knows)
I open my shop up, then everybody goes (Everybody)
From the cars to the clothes (Clothes), the jewels to the flows (Flows)
Don't fool the bros, the tool's gonna blow
And no (No), I don't wonder she'll love me if I'm broke (Why?)
'Cause goin' broke is somethin' that I won't, no
I get money when I'm high (High), I get money when I'm low (Low)
I get money with my honey (Honey), I get money with the bros (Bros)
[Verse 1]
You try discipline me (Me), that's when I discipline you (You)
Girl, I'm done with these hoes, I'm in a discipline mood (I am)
Fly girl, I like the way you're glistenin' too
Before rap, in the trap, I'm who they're listenin' to
You like suckin' it, strokin' it, kissin' 'em too
When you're at work, missin' me, you're missin' 'em too (Too)
Nah, real niggas ain't dissin' on tunes
In real life, make niggas go missin' with booms
Like, sweep 'em aside (Side), put your feelings aside
I'm the type to go to a weddin' and leave with the bride
I'm a devious guy
Got my girl a new Range Rover, left it outside, and said, "The keys are inside"
And I still can't get a Visa or go to Miami
'Cause you know me, I'm scatty, favorite clothes is a trackie
Way before rap, I had a freezin' wrist
They ask me how, I tell, "Them the reason is—"
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