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No Security song Lyrics and Karaoke by Fredo Bang and Kevin Gates

'No Security' is released on 11, September, 2020. The lyrics of the song is written by Hardbody, Kevin Gates, DJ Chose and Fredo Bang. The song genre is Hip-Hop. Music is programmed and produced by Hardbody and DJ Chose.
'No Security' gained massive popularity as soon as it released. The song became second trending video on Youtube.
Enjoy singing the song with karaoke and lyrics can be found below

ABOUT

Song name - No Security
Featuring - Kevin Gates
Production - Hardbody and DJ Chose
Programmer - DJ Chose and Hardbody
Singers – Kevin Gates and Fredo Bang
Lyrics – Hardbody, Kevin Gates, DJ Chose and Fredo Bang
Released - 11 September 2020
Style - Hip-Hop
Label - Universal Music Group
Scale and Tempo
Scale : F Minor
Tempo : 140 BPM
Camelot : 4A

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No Security song Lyrics and Karaoke by Fredo Bang and Kevin Gates

LYRICS

 English


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 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?

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

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

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)


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