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FREDO BANG - NO (FEAT. KEVIN GATES)

(Ain't that DJ over there?)
(Ooh, a Hardbody beat)

Put a brick on my wrist, put a on your mans
I'm representing the brand, want me dead they got plans
Hunnid in the Lamb', catch a shot or be down
Niggas switch, I stand, want me dead or in the can
I just one in the head
I running, I ain't scared, I, I just ain't tryna be dead
You know what I rep and you know what I
We the ones put these niggas on
Big dawg, I can't eat with no
,put a nigga on freeze
Talk down but I be up
Hunnid on me, is you gon' take it or
need security to go to they hood
How you gonna say that they than us?

I was gangsta 'fore the buzz, stain a nigga a rug (Oh-oh, yeah)
Everywhere I go it's love, even call me Blood (Oh-oh, oh-oh)
Thirty rounds, only time I'm deep (Yeah, yeah)
Real nigga the booth to the streets (Oh-oh)
a place and I bet that I'm good (Yeah, yeah)
Don't need to go to my hood (Oh, oh)
I was 'fore the buzz, stain a nigga like a rug (Oh-oh, yeah)
Everywhere I go it's love, even call me Blood (Oh-oh, oh-oh)
rounds, only time that I'm deep (Yeah, yeah)
Real nigga from the to the streets (Oh-oh)
Name a place and I bet I'm good (Yeah, yeah)
need security to go to my hood (Oh, oh)

Move with that sum 'cause it ain't no here, I don't get worried a bit
One of your just spent, but he ATM and then he got a [?] in your Timbs
Make sure you tell 'em I'm built, make you know your on go with the burner for real
Make sure you tell them that I do not flinch, your vision get blurred you squint (Pussy ass hoe)
Clear for now (Yeah), solo in parts of town, you niggas don't walk around (Yeah)
Streets love a real street love, they roll the red carpet out (Yeah, yeah)
That 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
Make 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 and I want to pretend (Oh real)
Make sure you tell 'em I'm ready to die, if you shoot and you miss a murder [?] (Allah Akbar)
Bread Winner try, pelican fly, the up and put you in burgundy Timbs

I was gangsta 'fore the buzz, a nigga like a rug (Oh-oh, yeah)
Everywhere I go love, even Crips call me Blood (Oh-oh, oh-oh)
Thirty rounds, only that I'm deep (Yeah, yeah)
nigga from the booth to the streets (Oh-oh)
Name a place and I bet that I'm (Yeah, yeah)
need security to go to my hood (Oh, oh)
I was gangsta 'fore the buzz, a nigga like a rug (Oh-oh, yeah)
I go it's love, even Crips call me Blood (Oh-oh, oh-oh)
Thirty rounds, only time that I'm (Yeah, yeah)
Real nigga the booth to the streets (Oh-oh)
Name a place and I bet I'm good (Yeah, yeah)
Don't need to go to my hood (Oh, oh)

(Ooh, that's a beat)
(Ain't that DJ Chose over
like DJ Chose)