Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No Security, artist - Fredo Bang. Date of issue: 14.01.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
No Security |
| 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) |
| 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) |
| Move with that sum 'cause it ain’t no emergency here, I don’t get worried a bit |
| One of your workers just spent, but he ATM and then he got a in your Timbs |
| 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 the red carpet out (Yeah, yeah) |
| That 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 and I want |
| to pretend (Oh real) |
| Make sure you tell 'em I’m ready to die, if you shoot and you miss then a |
| murder (Allah Akbar) |
| Bread Winner try, pelican fly, the pull up and put you in burgundy Timbs |
| 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) |
| (Ooh, that’s a Hardbody beat) |
| (Ain't that DJ Chose over there? |
| Look like DJ Chose) |