Fredo Bang – No Security (ft. Kevin Gates) (Audio, Lyrics, Video)

Fredo Bang - No Security (ft. Kevin Gates) (prod. Hardbody & DJ Chose)

Fredo Bang is back again with “No Security” featuring Kevin Gates. Listen, watch the video, stream, buy, mp3 download and read the lyrics to the song produced by Hardbody & DJ Chose.

Fredo Bang No Security
Fredo Bang No Security

On a day lined with new music, Fredo Bang and Kevin Gates have added their voices to the mix with a hard-hitting and defiant new duet “No Security.” Over an up-tempo and refreshingly soulful instrumental from the tandem of Hardbody and DJ Chose, Fredo sets things off with a commanding verse. No stranger to dealing with feud and tension, Bang’s willingness to roll with no security speaks to his principles, regardless of how his safety might be affected. “Ni*gas switch, I can’t stand, want me dead or in the can,” he raps. “I just caught one in the head, I ain’t running, I ain’t scared, I, I just ain’t tryna be dead.”

Matching his intensity is Kevin Gates, who effortlessly slides through in the second verse. “Make sure you tell ’em I’m built, make sure you know your on go with the burner for real,” he raps. “Make sure you tell them that I do not flinch, your vision get blurred whenever you squint.” Early into his verse, Gates allows his emotion to break through the dam, pushing his cadence as he showcases some welcome versatility. For this new generation of melodically-inclined yet still street rappers, the influence of Kevin Gates should not go unnoticed.

Fredo Bang – No Security (ft. Kevin Gates) (prod. Hardbody & DJ Chose)

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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 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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