No Security Fredo Bang (Ft. Kevin Gates)
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[Intro]
(Ain't that DJ Chose over there?)
(Ooh, that's a Hardbody beat)
[Verse 1: Fredo Bang]
Put a brick on my wrist, put a brick on your mans
I'm representing the brand, they want me dead they got plans
Hunnid shots in the Lamb', catch a shot or be damned
Niggas 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 niggas on tees
Big dawg, I can't eat with no fleas
Popsicle, put a nigga on freeze
Talk down, but I still be up
Hunnid on me, is you gon' take it or what?
They need security to go to they hood
How you gonna say that they realer than us?
[Chorus: Fredo Bang]
I was gangsta 'fore the buzz, stain a nigga like a rug (Oh-oh, yeah)
Everywhere I go it's love, even Crips call me Blood (Oh-oh, oh-oh)
Thirty rounds, only time that I'm deep (Yeah, yeah)
Real nigga from the booth to the streets (Oh-oh)
Name a place and I bet that I'm good (Yeah, yeah)
Don't need security to go to my hood (Oh, oh)
I was gangsta 'fore the buzz, stain a nigga like a rug (Oh-oh, yeah)
Everywhere I go it's love, even Crips call me Blood (Oh-oh, oh-oh)
Thirty rounds, only time that I'm deep (Yeah, yeah)
Real nigga from the booth to the streets (Oh-oh)
Name a place and I bet that I'm good (Yeah, yeah)
Don't need security to go to my hood (Oh, oh)
(Ain't that DJ Chose over there?)
(Ooh, that's a Hardbody beat)
[Verse 1: Fredo Bang]
Put a brick on my wrist, put a brick on your mans
I'm representing the brand, they want me dead they got plans
Hunnid shots in the Lamb', catch a shot or be damned
Niggas 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 niggas on tees
Big dawg, I can't eat with no fleas
Popsicle, put a nigga on freeze
Talk down, but I still be up
Hunnid on me, is you gon' take it or what?
They need security to go to they hood
How you gonna say that they realer than us?
[Chorus: Fredo Bang]
I was gangsta 'fore the buzz, stain a nigga like a rug (Oh-oh, yeah)
Everywhere I go it's love, even Crips call me Blood (Oh-oh, oh-oh)
Thirty rounds, only time that I'm deep (Yeah, yeah)
Real nigga from the booth to the streets (Oh-oh)
Name a place and I bet that I'm good (Yeah, yeah)
Don't need security to go to my hood (Oh, oh)
I was gangsta 'fore the buzz, stain a nigga like a rug (Oh-oh, yeah)
Everywhere I go it's love, even Crips call me Blood (Oh-oh, oh-oh)
Thirty rounds, only time that I'm deep (Yeah, yeah)
Real nigga from the booth to the streets (Oh-oh)
Name a place and I bet that I'm good (Yeah, yeah)
Don't need security to go to my hood (Oh, oh)
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