Fredo Lyrics

I know it was you, Fredo

I've been looking for a way out

Yeah, makes no difference what you say now

Hmm, this shit it better play out

Cos fuck it, I'ma die young or a sellout

I'ma die young

Pretty pink pills, wanna try some?

You just make me angry

And I feel so numb

Why this bitch don't make me happy?

Why I feel so dumb?

Um

Whip this shit just to crash

More than a hundred on the dash

I came a long way fast

Bet they still gonna play my tracks

I got your bitch on my lap

I got money from the trap

You either love me or your mad

I think it's funny but it's sad

I think it's funny but it's sad

Yeah

I think it's funny but it's sad

I think it's funny but it's sad

I think it's

And I wrote the book on pain

But fuck it, yeah, it's just another day

Gotta make some more fucking waves

Why they riding what I say?

Why your bitch she riding what I say?

Hey

I don't like you anyway, aye

I've been trying to make a change ,aye

But I'm just covered in chains, aye

Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye,

Don't come so close

Hoe you really do the most

Hoe you really rock the boat

I've been trying to make my own name

I've been trying to bring it home, okay

You won't hit me on my phone babe

And I think that's there's no hope, wait

Wait

I'm trying to find the point if you were just gonna go

Yeah I smoke this joint, cos it helps when I feel low

You got me annoyed, you're so warm and then so cold

It just makes me so mad because I've been down that road

Been down that road, yeah I've been down that road

It just makes me so mad cos I've been down that road

Been down that road, yeah I've been down that road

It just makes me so mad cos I've been down that road

I've been looking for a way out

Yeah, makes no difference what you say now

Hmm, this shit it better play out

Cos fuck it, I'ma die young or a sellout

I'ma die young

Pretty pink pills, wanna try some?

You just make me angry

And I feel so numb

Why this bitch don't make me happy?

Why I feel so dumb?

Um

Whip this shit just to crash

More than a hundred on the dash

I came a long way fast

Bet they still gonna play my tracks

I got your bitch on my lap

I got money from the trap

You either love me or your mad

I think it's funny but it's sad