300 Spartans

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Derez De'Shon] It's-it's-it's-it's D-Dash (squad) I need a healthy free bag (brr) Diamonds playing freeze tag (brr) Pussy nigga I bleed swag (squa) Shout to Reese, I don't fuck with niggas, I'm 300 They ask where I been at? bitch I been getting money [Chorus: Sy Ari Da Kid] I said 300 niggas, 300 G's Promoters can't stand us, we show up 300 deep I say it 300 times, we what the streets wanna see Feel like 300 Spartans, stomping with 600 feet [Post-Chorus: Sy Ari Da Kid] Squad up! squad, squad Squad up! squad, squad Squad up! squad, squad Squad up! squad, squad [Verse 2: Sy Ari Da Kid] Yeah 3-3-300 spartans, leading and marching Swimming in women, I'm sleeping with dolphins, nah Pay me no need for the bargain Laughing at broke niggas leasing apartments People are talking, saying I'm tripping I murder him, kill him, then pee on his coffin Barking, Sy Ari fuck 'em then leave 'em They treat him like he Mr. Marcus [Verse 3: Translee] Mafio, Ma-Mafio, no patience for sloppy hoes Translee checking in, checking in like the lobby floor I sign by the X, and get them O's, tha-that's a kiss People that just don't give a fuck Tha-tha-tha-that's my niche, woo [Verse 4: Verse Simmonds] My niggas rolling 'round with a fully automatic illmatic, goddamn it If your bitch get it up then you know she gotta have it I'm on every type of drug, if you know what I mean If you cross that line, we gon' make that sing Too much money to be getting for you to be hating on me, that's a bitch trait I'm too real, you too fake, I got two guns for that toothache [Verse 5: Que] My squad full of young niggas Drug dealers, Thunder Cats Chopper punk a nigga like Ashton Kutcher Make a nigga dip like a running back Pop up on you like a instant message Clapping shit, no jumping jacks My niggas like me, I done made this shit clear You front me a pack, I ain't coming back (Que) [Chorus: Sy Ari Da Kid] I said 300 niggas, 300 G's Promoters can't stand us, we show up 300 deep I say it 300 times, we what the streets wanna see Feel like 300 Spartans, stomping with 600 feet [Post-Chorus: Sy Ari Da Kid] Squad up! squad, squad Squad up! squad, squad Squad up! squad, squad Squad up! squad, squad [Verse 6: K Camp] Dirt Gang niggas yell squad K Camp screaming link up 300 niggas, that's 300 motherfuckers Trying to get it in by the trucks I'm a hot young nigga that'll take your bitch Too fly, I can land on a cloud Money on me, your ho on me now Too turnt and I can't turn down, wassup [Verse 7: Stuey Rock] See I got 300 niggas, that mean it's 600 pistols And if you run up, start talking shit, we gon' let them things hit you, naw Ain't gotta be no issue, them things gon' let loose Them bullets get to barking and biting, pitbulls gon' get you [Verse 8: Tha Joker] I wet you like a pan handle My whole city they 'bout the action I light you up, LA Gears I'm going in like close contractions Get the picture, emoji I rap but I had that sack first Pussy nigga don't play with me I am live spelled backwards [Verse 9: Jose Guapo] If a nigga want his issue, he can get it quick Know my niggas got them choppers, they pull up with them sticks And his bitch, it's lit, now we going hard I'll fuck your broad, Guapo fucking with the squad [Chorus: Sy Ari Da Kid] I said 300 niggas, 300 G's Promoters can't stand us, we show up 300 deep I say it 300 times, we what the streets wanna see Feel like 300 Spartans, stomping with 600 feet [Post-Chorus: Sy Ari Da Kid] Squad up! squad, squad Squad up! squad, squad Squad up! squad, squad Squad up! squad, squad [Verse 10: Chaz Gotti] Dead guys in my pockets, got me dead man walking Catch me in the club nigga, ain't no talking I'm swagging with no rhythm, but I'm money walking Chaz Gotti, I'ma finish what Slim Dunkin started [Verse 11: BoDeal] Look, Killer Clan, Brick Squad, everybody know me (Bo) I be scrapping niggas lowkey (Bo), it's that Chi hitter Bo D If you want beef I got that, these niggas with me OC If I nod, they popping that heat But they don't really need it, cold D, Bo [Verse 12: Bambino Gold] Ran through 300 packs (money), in 300 minutes Bambino got a sack, and I love to spend it I'm my own boss, capo, and lieutenant Great product, trap star, bitch I'm winnin' [Verse 13: Dae Dae] I'm squading up (squad), y'all niggas' time is up (turn up) Stevie Wonder with that chopper, bitch I'm blind as fuck Put them lighters in the air, one time for Dunk (Pedro) DG got them applications, sign 'em up [Verse 14: Doe Boy] 300 niggas, that's 300 triggers Y'all got 300 niggas, but y'all got like zero killers We pull up with them pistols, my niggas shoot, they won't miss him Disrespect, we gon' kill him (you think I'm playing?) Pop a bean and forget him [Post-Chorus: Sy Ari Da Kid] Squad up! squad, squad Squad up! squad, squad Squad up! squad, squad Squad up! squad, squad [Verse 15: Scotty ATL] I took 'bout 300 dollars, built this shit from the ground Took 'bout 300 days, I'm trying to turn up my town Nigga be cool, but you don't want problems I ain't say a word but these ho's gon' flock New A-Town, and my nigga James, shit real Don't believe me, just watch [Verse 16: Issa] Okay it's FYB, pulled up 300 deep And she say she vegan, but she could still get the meat Don't fuck with industry niggas, I fuck with in the street niggas And I need me a shrink, I'm fucked up mentally nigga [Verse 17: John John Da Don] 300 niggas, we 300 deep We cut from the same cloth, so it's like 300 mes Homie say he don't believe, I guess he wanna see That's backwards, 'cause he's a vegetable if he wanna beef [Verse 18: FlyGuyVeto] I said them bitch niggas be hiding, but real niggas move in silence Got 300 killers, 300 pistols, better know my niggas be wildin' And every one around me solid, no flawed niggas in my circle Stay true is the code we follow, only move if it's 'bout them dollars [Chorus: Sy Ari Da Kid] I said 300 niggas, 300 G's Promoters can't stand us, we show up 300 deep I say it 300 times, we what the streets wanna see Feel like 300 Spartans, stomping with 600 feet [Post-Chorus: Sy Ari Da Kid] Squad up! squad, squad Squad up! squad, squad Squad up! squad, squad Squad up! squad, squad [Verse 19: Offset] No solider but I got troops A whole bunch goons on the roof, they gon' shoot Cut the top off the head, just like a coupe What you wanna do? we can fight, we can shoot Shit get nasty, wrap 'em in the plastic Throw him in the trash, now the nigga looking trashy Whole clique full of shooters, just like the Mavericks We don't give a fuck, put a nigga in the casket [Verse 20: Quavo] Extendo longer than a ruler, all my niggas, they shooters Place your order in Bermuda, I got more keys than a computer Don't move wrong, he might shoot ya, my team ballin' like Buddha 31 in the clip, Reggie Miller, put you in the lake, no timber [Verse 21: Takeoff] 300 like Chief Keef, squad up if you want beef I'ma tell you like the OG told me Migo plugged, stay strapped in the street When I go to war like Spartans, hit 'em with the carbon And I keep the strap like Marvin the Martian Gas and the Glock in the glove compartment Free Westside, 'til then fuck the sergeant [Verse 22: Tabius Tate] Okay I'm 300, million One more shot, free Meech nigga Rap game in a chokehold like, go to sleep nigga Started from the bottom, now we here motherfucker We some real motherfuckers, and I be hood Dre I'm Tabius Tate, I'm like Will Smith I'm a fresh price, and I fill banks [Verse 23: Zuse] (Look, look) Four-fours and big Glocks, kush, coke, and ziplocs Young God gon' drip drop, and big rocks, see the big watch Dope time, nigga tick tock, flip flop, get a big shot Dumb nigga got a waiver, flexin' like a big shot [Verse 24: Kidd Kidd] G-Unit all on my back nigga, I move weight like a fat nigga N O may Zan nigga, throw my set up like bad dinner Ask yo ho, I'm that nigga, Kidd Kidd kidnap niggas Get your family bowtie'd and gift wrap with ya, Merry Christmas [Verse 25: Nyemiah] I don't fall in line, I lead it, heads up, I'm so conceited I ain't never seen a dude that I needed Say shit once, and I don't repeat it Sweden in that BM, ten stars, they can't see in But it ain't no creepin', don't be sleepin' Supremacy 300, knee deep in [Verse 26: Jacquees] Young east side nigga Jacquees In the coupe, probably doing top speed Got your girl then she probably on her knees She twenty-five, but I'm only nineteen Get down, get down, this young nigga bout to blow I can earn my stripes, so that they already know [Verse 27: Jace] Chopper make it sound like Compton Potato on the tip like condoms Calculator clip, they don't want no problem Four five just like a pill, might pop 'em, uh Youngins that'll shoot you for a hoodie Call the camera man just to get the footage Whole crew gon' mob and I don't mean Goodie Hit him in the head and he gon' need goodies, nigga [Outro: Flex Knox] Ohhh, yes yes You just experienced wrath of the titans, monsters unite And it went down heavy, heavy, heavy, rah (Squad up)