NO SECURITY (feat. Babyface Ray)

Yeah, Pluto

ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob

I'm cut off from a different cloth from ****, that's a Fendi fact, yeah

And I'm strapped up with that mini-MAC, yeah, yeah

Fuckin' up a chinac, I'm already millennium

Takin' pics with junkies and I'm ridin' 'round with Eminem

It's some robbers and killers 'round here, that's where I'm at

They make drug deals, pop pills, that's where I'm at

They got dog food 'round here, that's where I'm at

I'm the king of the trenches, no security guards

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

We get triple in your town, ****, that's where I'm at

Fuck around and grab a crib, shit, I'm nеver comin' back

Mm-hmm

It's a ruler on the glizzy, bag mе up when I laugh

Man, these internet **** never fucked with a bag (Nah)

Eleven in my pants, I can't even get it out

I ain't had shit, ask me how I'm livin' now

Ask me

I done, done, done it all, did a lot

Did it all, ****

Watch him run, run just like Ricky, spin the block (Shit)

Fuck it, **** spin again (Ooh)

Fear of God on me, I don't fear a man

Fear of God

Lot of **** fumin', they get up there on that stand

Lot of **** fumin'

I been livin' toxic, fuck one bitch, then fuck her friends

I'm cut off from a different cloth from ****, that's a Fendi fact, yeah

And I'm strapped up with that mini-MAC, yeah, yeah

Fuckin' up a chinac, I'm already millennium

Takin' pics with junkies and I'm ridin' 'round with Eminem

It's some robbers and killers 'round here, that's where I'm at

They make drug deals, pop pills, that's where I'm at

They got dog food 'round here, that's where I'm at

I'm the king of the trenches, no security guard

Big barbarian, ****, just check my body weight

I get first stab at these bitches in and out of state

Ain't no trippin' off no twat, that I made very important

They launderin', they prayin' on you, they land on you, extortion

Good thing I was known, finesse before I had anything

Good thing, I never played with Sega, I played magazine

Posted on the block when the sunlight was up, yeah

Hundred stacks, so hard, they got my gun in the cut

Fendi on my body, garment lookin' like a ninja

Play me like I'm Urkel, bitch, you know I'm 'bout to suspend her

I hold out my arm, you could tell I'm a winner

'Posed to live in Vietnam, I'm with all the hitters

I'm cut off from a different cloth from ****, that's a Fendi fact, yeah

And I'm strapped up with that mini-MAC, yeah, yeah

Fuckin' up a chinac, I'm already millennium

Takin' pics with junkies and I'm ridin' 'round with Eminem

It's some robbers and killers 'round here, that's where I'm at

They make drug deals, pop pills, that's where I'm at

They got dog food 'round here, that's where I'm at

I'm the king of the trenches, no security guard

It's some robbers and killers 'round here, that's where I'm at

They make drug deals, pop pills, that's where I'm at

They got dog food 'round here, that's where I'm at

Yeah, that's where I'm at