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)
pus*y n*gga I bleed swag (squa)
Shout to Reese, I don't f*ck with n*ggas, I'm 300
They ask where I been at? b*tch I been getting money

[Chorus: Sy Ari Da Kid]
I said 300 n*ggas, 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 n*ggas leasing apartments
People are talking, saying I'm tripping
I murder him, kill him, then pee on his coffin
Barking, Sy Ari f*ck '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 f*ck
Tha-tha-tha-that's my niche, woo

[Verse 4: Verse Simmonds]
My n*ggas rolling 'round with a fully automatic illmatic, goddamn it
If your b*tch 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 b*tch trait
I'm too real, you too fake, I got two guns for that toothache

[Verse 5: Que]
My squad full of young n*ggas
Drug dealers, Thunder Cats
Chopper punk a n*gga like Ashton Kutcher
Make a n*gga dip like a running back
Pop up on you like a instant message
Clapping sh*t, no jumping jacks
My n*ggas like me, I done made this sh*t clear
You front me a pack, I ain't coming back (Que)

[Chorus: Sy Ari Da Kid]
I said 300 n*ggas, 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 n*ggas yell squad
K Camp screaming link up
300 n*ggas, that's 300 motherf*ckers
Trying to get it in by the trucks
I'm a hot young n*gga that'll take your b*tch
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 n*ggas, that mean it's 600 pistols
And if you run up, start talking sh*t, 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
pus*y n*gga don't play with me
I am live spelled backwards
[Verse 9: Jose Guapo]
If a n*gga want his issue, he can get it quick
Know my n*ggas got them choppers, they pull up with them sticks
And his b*tch, it's lit, now we going hard
I'll f*ck your broad, Guapo f*cking with the squad

[Chorus: Sy Ari Da Kid]
I said 300 n*ggas, 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 n*gga, 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 n*ggas lowkey (Bo), it's that Chi hitter Bo D
If you want beef I got that, these n*ggas 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, b*tch I'm winnin'

[Verse 13: Dae Dae]
I'm squading up (squad), y'all n*ggas' time is up (turn up)
Stevie Wonder with that chopper, b*tch I'm blind as f*ck
Put them lighters in the air, one time for Dunk (Pedro)
DG got them applications, sign 'em up

[Verse 14: Doe Boy]
300 n*ggas, that's 300 triggers
Y'all got 300 n*ggas, but y'all got like zero killers
We pull up with them pistols, my n*ggas 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 sh*t from the ground
Took 'bout 300 days, I'm trying to turn up my town
n*gga 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 n*gga James, sh*t 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 f*ck with industry n*ggas, I f*ck with in the street n*ggas
And I need me a shrink, I'm f*cked up mentally n*gga

[Verse 17: John John Da Don]
300 n*ggas, 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 b*tch n*ggas be hiding, but real n*ggas move in silence
Got 300 killers, 300 pistols, better know my n*ggas be wildin'
And every one around me solid, no flawed n*ggas 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 n*ggas, 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
sh*t get nasty, wrap 'em in the plastic
Throw him in the trash, now the n*gga looking trashy
Whole clique full of shooters, just like the Mavericks
We don't give a f*ck, put a n*gga in the casket

[Verse 20: Quavo]
Extendo longer than a ruler, all my n*ggas, 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 f*ck the sergeant

[Verse 22: Tabius Tate]
Okay I'm 300, million
One more shot, free Meech n*gga
Rap game in a chokehold like, go to sleep n*gga
Started from the bottom, now we here motherf*cker
We some real motherf*ckers, 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, n*gga tick tock, flip flop, get a big shot
Dumb n*gga got a waiver, flexin' like a big shot

[Verse 24: Kidd Kidd]
G-Unit all on my back n*gga, I move weight like a fat n*gga
N O may Zan n*gga, throw my set up like bad dinner
Ask yo ho, I'm that n*gga, Kidd Kidd kidnap n*ggas
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 sh*t 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 n*gga 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 n*gga 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, n*gga

[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)