FREDO BANG feat KEVIN GATES – No Security Chords and Tabs for Guitar and Piano

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This single was released on 11 September 2020. The vocals are by Fredo Bang , Kevin Gates . The music is produced by Hardbody , DJ Chose, and the lyrics are written by Hardbody, Kevin Gates, DJ Chose , Fredo Bang.
It is originally in the key of C Minor. You can change it to any key you want, using the Transpose option. The average tempo is 70 BPM. These chords are simple and easy to play on the guitar or piano.

 
Original Key: C Minor
Time Signature: 4/4
Tempo: 70
Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU
c h o r d  z o n e . o r g
 [INTRO]

  Cm Bb Cm Bb 
 . 
 
 (Ain't that DJ Chose over there?)

 (Ooh, that's a Hardbody beat)
  
 [VERSE]
          Cm                                    Bb
 Put a brick on my wrist, put a brick on your mans
                              Cm
 I'm representing the brand, they want me dead they got plans
           Bb                                    Cm
 Hunnid shots in the Lamb', catch a shot or be down
   Cm                             Bb
 Niggas switch, I can't stand, want me dead or in the can
           Cm
 I just caught one in the head
                           Bb
 I ain't running, I ain't scared, I, I just ain't tryna be dead

 Cm
 You know what I rep and you know what I bleed
  Bb
 We the ones put these niggas on tees
   Cm
 Big dawg, I can't eat with no fleas
   Bb
 Popsicle, put a nigga on freeze
   Cm
 Talk down but I still be up
  Bb
 Hunnid on me, is you gon' take it or what?
 Cm
 They need security to go to they hood
  Bb
 How you gonna say that they realer than us?
 
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 [CHORUS]
          Cm                                           Bb
 I was gangsta 'fore the buzz, stain a nigga like a rug (Oh-oh, yeah)
       Cm                            Bb
 Everywhere I go it's love, even Crips call me Blood (Oh-oh, oh-oh)
         Cm
 Thirty rounds, only time that I'm deep (Yeah, yeah)
       Bb
 Real nigga from the booth to the streets (Oh-oh)
           Cm
 Name a place and I bet that I'm good (Yeah, yeah)
                Bb
 Don't need security to go to my hood (Oh, oh)

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

 [VERSE]
  Cm
 Rumours been surfacing, ain't no emergency here, 
  Bb
 I don't get worried a bit
 Cm
 One of your workers just spent, 
     Bb
 but he ATM, meaning he got a squirting attempt
                 Cm
 Make sure you tell 'em I'm built, 
                            Bb
 make sure you know your on go with the burner for real
                 Cm
 Make sure you tell them that I do not flinch, 
                     Bb
 your vision get blurred whenever you squint (Pussy ass hoe)

            Cm
 Clear for departure now (Yeah), 
                     Bb
 solo in parts of town, you niggas don't walk around (Yeah)
    Cm                               Bb
 Streets love a real street nigga love, 
   Bb
 they roll a red carpet out (Yeah, yeah)

 Cm                                              Bb
 Yo' image a gimmick, so how is you realer then us? 
    Bb
 What is they talkin 'bout? (Yeah, yeah)
 Cm                                   Bb
 I only fear Allah and I'm runnin it up, ayy, you gotta walk me down

                      Cm
 Make sure you tell 'em, I'm one of them men and 
                  Bb
 I'm standing on ten, from the street to the pen (For real)
                  Cm
 Make sure you tell 'em, I step in the section, 
                Bb
 respect is on heavy, not one to pretend (Oh real)
                Cm
 Make sure you tell 'em I'm ready to die, 
                       Bb
 if you shoot and you miss then a murder commence (Allah Akbar)
              Cm                                  Bb
 Breadwinner try, pelican fly, they pull up and put you in burgundy Timbs
 
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 [CHORUS]
        Cm                                            Bb
 I was gangsta 'fore the buzz, stain a nigga like a rug (Oh-oh, yeah)
        Cm                         Bb
 Everywhere I go it's love, even Crips call me Blood (Oh-oh, oh-oh)
            Cm
 Thirty rounds, only time that I'm deep (Yeah, yeah)
          Bb
 Real nigga from the booth to the streets (Oh-oh)
         Cm
 Name a place and I bet that I'm good (Yeah, yeah)
               Bb
 Don't need security to go to my hood (Oh, oh)

         Cm                                          Bb
 I was gangsta 'fore the buzz, stain a nigga like a rug (Oh-oh, yeah)
       Cm
 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)
      Bb
 Real nigga from the booth to the streets (Oh-oh)
          Cm
 Name a place and I bet that I'm good (Yeah, yeah)
              Bb
 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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