Fredo Bang ft. Kevin Gates - No Security Lyrics

(Ain't that DJ Chose over there?)
(Ooh, that's a Hardbody beat)

Put a brick on my wrist, put a brick on your mans
I'm representing the brand, they want me dead they got plans
Hundred shots in the Lamb', catch a shot or be down
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 dog, I can't eat with no fleas
Popsicle put a nigga 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?

I was gangsta 'fore the buzz, stain that nigga like a rug (yeah)
Everywhere I go it's love, even Crips call me blood
Thirty rounds only time that I'm deep
Real nigga 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 nigga like a rug (yeah)
Everywhere I go it's love, even Crips call me blood
Thirty rounds only time that I'm deep
Real nigga 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 you're on go with the burner for real
Make sure you tell them that I do not flinch
Your vision get blurred whenever you squint
Clear for departure now, solo in parts of town you niggas don't walk around
Streets love a real street nigga 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
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 heavy 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 (Allah akbar)
Bread Winner try, pelican fly, they pull up and put you in burgundy Timbs

I was gangsta 'fore the buzz, stain that nigga like a rug (yeah)
Everywhere I go it's love, even Crips call me blood
Thirty rounds only time that I'm deep
Real nigga 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 nigga like a rug (yeah)
Everywhere I go it's love, even Crips call me blood
Thirty rounds only time that I'm deep
Real nigga 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

(Ooh, that's a Hardbody beat)
(Ain't that DJ Chose over there?)
(It look like DJ Chose)