Freddie Dredd (born September 19, 1997) is a Canadian rapper and producer based in Oshawa, Ontario. He is originally from Durham, Ontario.
Many of his songs are produced by his cousin “Ryan C." Best known for blending gritty, lo-fi sounds, vintage samples, and intense—often dark—lyrics which often is similar to the style of $UICIDEBOY$, this genre would be considered to be labeled as Phonk, a subgenre of Trap in which many of the sounds used in his tracks are reminiscent of the Memphis hip-hop mixtapes from the mid to late 90’s.
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Freddie Dredd
Freddie Dredd (born September 19, 1997) is a Canadian rapper and producer based in Oshawa, Ontario. He is originally from Durham, Ontario.
Many of his songs are produced by his cousin “Ryan C." Best known for blending gritty, lo-fi sounds, vintage samples, and intense—often dark—lyrics which often is similar to the style of $UICIDEBOY$, this genre would be considered to be labeled as Phonk, a subgenre of Trap in which many of the sounds used in his tracks are reminiscent of the Memphis hip-hop mixtapes from the mid to late 90’s.
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Deep house, house, electronic
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⛧𝔗𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔖𝔥𝔞𝔴𝔱𝔶⛧:
Don't need no white card
I shine hard
Life feel like it's Die Hard
High feel like some shroomies, but I'm smokin' on some hydra
Stylin' on some Stüssy wearin', pussy sharin' tryhards
Think he talkin' to me, but I'm starin' at the lights, brah
Linkin' with my hoodies and we always got the lighter
Comin' to the movies just to see you in your wife's car
No fuckin' up, no lies, nah
We fuckin' up your life, bruh
Parkin' up & sparkin' up & fuckin' up your night, bruh
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I've got so many different damned strains
I can't even see straight
Smoke all in my ribcage
What you spend on rent, I could put that in my gas tank
Blackstrap molasses make the motherfuckin' gas stank
I don't even know why they still talkin', man, that's mad strange
If that boy keep talkin', crack his jaw just like a glass pane
Ladies say they love me, they don't even know my last name
Rockin' 730 'til my last day
I've been M.I.A., but I ain't ever been in last place
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