Fredo Bang - No Security (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Fredo Bang - No Security (en) Lyrics
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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 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, 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?
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)
Rumours been surfacing, ain't
no emergency here, I
don't get worried a bit
One of your workers just spent,
but he ATM, meaning 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, your vision get blurred whenever
you squint (Pussy ass hoe)
Clear for departure now (Yeah),
solo in parts of town, you niggas
don't walk around (Yeah)
Streets love a real street
nigga love, they roll a red
carpet out (Yeah, yeah)
Yo' image a gimmick, so how is
you realer then us? What is they
talkin 'bout? (Yeah, yeah)
I only fear Allah and I'm runnin it
up, ayy, 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 (For real)
Make sure you tell 'em, I step in
the section, respect is on heavy,
not one to pretend (Oh real)
Make sure you tell 'em I'm ready to
die, if you shoot and you miss then
a murder commence (Allah Akbar)
Breadwinner try, pelican fly, they pull
up and put you in burgundy Timbs
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