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Kevin Gates - No Security Lyrics

[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)
[Verse 2: Kevin Gates]
Rumors 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 you on go with the burner for real
Make sure you tell 'em that I do not flinch, your vision get blurred whenever you squint (Pussy ass ho)
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 (All 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

[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)
[Outro]
(Ooh, that's a Hardbody beat)
(Ain't that DJ Chose over there?
Look like DJ Chose)