Fredo Bang ft. Kevin Gates – No Security Lyrics | Official Video

Lyrics No Security – Fredo Bang feat. Kevin Gates

Put a brick on my wrist, put a brick on your mans
I’m representing the brand, they want me dead they got plans
100 shots in the Lamb, catch a shot or be down
N**gas switch, I can’t stand, want me dead or in the can
I just caught one in the head
I ain’t running, I ain’t scared I just ain’t tryna be dead

You know what I rep and you know what I bleed
We the ones put these n**gas on Tees
Big dog, I can’t eat with no fleas
Popsicle put a n**ga on freeze
Talk down but I still be up
Hundred on me, is you gonna take it or what
They need security to go to they hood
How you gonna say that they realer than us

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I was gangsta ‘fore the buzz, stain that n**ga like a rug
Everywhere I go it’s love, even crips call me blood
30 rounds only time that I’m deep
Real n**ga from the boot to the streets
Name a place and I bet that I’m good
Don’t need security to go to my hood

I was gangsta ‘fore the buzz, stain that n**ga like a rug
Everywhere I go it’s love, even crips call me blood
30 rounds only time that I’m deep
Real n**ga from the boot to the streets
Name a place and I bet that I’m good
Don’t need security to go to my hood

Run with that service and ain’t no emergency here
I don’t get worried a bit
One of your workers just spent
But he atm and he got a squirting attempt
Make sure you tell ’em I’m built
Make sure you know your on go with the burner for real
Make sure you tell them that I do not flinch
Vision get blurred whenever you squint

Clear for departure now solo in parts of town
You n**gas don’t walk around
Streets love a real street n**ga love
They roll the red carpet out
That image a gimmick so how is you realer then us
What is they talkin bout
I only fear Allah and I’m runnin it up, aye
You gotta walk me down

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Make sure you tell ’em, I’m one of them men
And I’m standing on ten from the street to the pen
Make sure you tell ’em, I step in the section
Respect is on heaνy and I want to pretend
Make sure you tell ’em I’m ready to die
If you shoot and you miss then a murder commence
Bread Winner try, pelican fly
The pull up and put you in burgundy Timbs

I was gangsta ‘fore the buzz, stain that n**ga like a rug
Everywhere I go it’s love, even crips call me blood
30 rounds only time that I’m deep
Real n**ga from the boot to the streets
Name a place and I bet that I’m good
Don’t need security to go to my hood

I was gangsta ‘fore the buzz, stain that n**ga like a rug
Everywhere I go it’s love, even crips call me blood
30 rounds only time that I’m deep
Real n**ga from the boot to the streets
Name a place and I bet that I’m good
Don’t need security to go to my hood…

➤ Written by Hardbody, Kevin Gates, DJ Chose & Fredo Bang
Album: In The Name of Gee
Produced by Hardbody & DJ Chose
Fredo Bang | Kevin Gates | 2020

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