300 Spartans

[Verse 1: D-Dash] It's-It's-It's-It's D-Dash(Squad!) I need a healthy free bag(Burr!) Diamonds playing freeze tag(Burr!) Pussy nigga I bleed swag(Squad!) Shout to Reese homie(What's happening!) Fuck with niggas, I'm 300 (Oh fuck, niggas!) They ask me where I been at? Bitch I been getting money [Pre-Hook: Sy Ari Da Kid] I Say 300 niggas (What up?) 300 G's (Salute) Promoters can't stand us, we show up 300 deep (Hello!) I Say it 300 times We what the streets wanna see Feel like 300 spartans, stomping with 600 feet (Spartans!) [Hook: Sy Ari Daa 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 'em, kill 'em, then pee on his coffin (Bah!) Barking, Sy Ari, Fuck 'em, and leave 'em They treat 'em like he Mr. Marcus [Verse 3: Translee] Mafio! Ma-Mafio! No patience for sloppy ho's Translee checking in, checking in Like the lobby flow 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 niggas [Verse 4: VerseSimmonds] My niggas rolling round with that fully automatic Illmatic, God damnit 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 (Ferg's) [Verse 5: Que] My squad full of young niggas(Young niggas) Drug dealers(Aye) ThunderCats(Yeeeah) Chopper punk a nigga like Ashton Kutcher(Rrrrah!) Make a nigga dip like a running back(Yooom!) Pop up on you like a instant message(Hee!) Clapping shit, no jumping jacks(No!) My niggas like me, I dun' made this shit clear(What?) You front me a pack, I ain't coming back (Que!) [Pre-Hook + Hook] [Verse 6: K-Camp] Dirt Game niggas, yeah squad(Squad!) K-Camp screaming link up(Link up!) 300 niggas, that's 300 mu'fuckers Trying to get it in by the trucks(Wassup!) I'm a hot young nigga, that'll take your bitch Too fly, I can land on a cloud(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(No, no) Them things gon' let loose(Bow, bow!) Them bullets get to barking, them biting pit bulls 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, L.A. gear's 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's legs Now we going hard I'll fuck your broad Guapo fucking with the squad [Pre-Hook + Hook] [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'mma finish what Slim Dunkin started [Verse 11: BoDeal] Look King of Clan,Brick Squad Everybody know me(Bo!) I be scrapping niggas low-key(Bo!) It's that Chi hitter Bo D(Right!) If you want beef, I got that These niggas with me O.C If I nod, they popping that heat(Brrat!) But I don't really need it Cold D Bo! [Verse 12: BambinoGold] Ran-Ran through 300 packs(Moneeeeey!) In 300 minutes Bambino got a sack(Young BinoGold!) And I love to spend it(Yeeuuuh!) I'm my own boss, cap'o, and lieutenant(Yeeuuuh!) Great product, trap star Bi-Bi-Bi-Bitch I'm winnin' (Moneeeeey!) [Verse 13: Dae Dae] I'm-I'm-I'm squading up(Squad!) Ya'll niggas time is up(Turn up!) Stevie Wonder with that chopper, bitch I'm blind as fuck(Cheah!) Put them lighters in the air One-One time for Dunk (Pedro!) Dae Dae got them applications Sign 'em up [Verse 14: Doe Boy] (Doe!) 300 niggas(Ah!) That's 300 triggers(Yah!) Ya'll got 300 niggas, but ya'll got like zero killers(Buh, baah!) We pull up with the pistols, my niggas shoot They won't miss him(Nah!) Disrespect We gon' kill him (You think I'm playing?!) Pop a bean and forget him [Hook] [Verse 15: Scotty ATL] I took 'bout $300 Built this shit from the gorund I took 'bout 300 days I'm trying to turn up my town Nigga be cool, but you don't want a problem I ain't say a word, but these ho's gon' flop New A-Town And my nigga James, shit real Don't believe just watch [Verse 16: Issa] O-O-Okay it's F Y B Pu-Put a 300 deep An-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 A-A-And I need me a shrink, I'm fucked up mentally nigga [Verse 17: John John Da Don] 300 niggas (Leggo!) We 300 deep We cut from the same cloth, so it's like 300 me's 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] Ay I say them bitch niggas be hiding(Be hiding) But real niggas move in silence(In silence) Got 300 killers, 300 pistols Better know my niggas be wildin'(Be wildin') And every one around be silent(They silent) No flaw niggas in my circle(Close) Stay street, it's a code we follow(Follow) Only moving's by them dollars [Pre-Hook + Hook] [Verse 19: Migos - Offset] No-no-no solider but I got troops(I do!) A whole bunch goons on the roof, they gon' shoot(Rrrah!) Cut the top off the head, just like a coupe(Cut it off!) What you wanna do? We can fight, we can shoot(We can do it) Shit's getting nasty, wrap 'em in the plastic Throw him in the trash, now the nigga looking trashy(Trashy) Whole clique full of shooters, just like the Mavericks(Rrrah!) We don't give a fuck, put a nigga in the casket (Buh, bow!) [Verse 20: Migos - Quavo] Extendo-Extendo longer than a ruler(What?) All my niggas, they shooters(Bow!) Place your order in Bermuda(Go!) I got more keys than a computer(Whoa!) Don't move wrong, he might shoot ya(Don't move!) My team ballin' like Buddha 31 in the clip, Reggie Miller(Rrrah!) Put you in the lake, no timber (Gone!) [Verse 21: Migos - Takeoff] 300 like Chief Keef(300) Squad up if you want beef(Squad up) I'mma tell you like a OG told me(What he say?) Migo plugged, they stocked in the street(Migooo!) Wanna go to war like spartans Hit 'em with the carbine And I keep the strap, like Marvin the Martian Gas and the Glock in the glove compartment Free Westside, tell them fuck (?) [Verse 22: Tabius Tate] Okay I'm 300 Million One more shout, free Meech nigga Rap game in a chokehold like-(Gaaasp!) Go to sleep nigga Started from the bottom, now we here mu'fucker We some real mu'fuckers, and I feel great I'm Tabius Tate, I'm like Will Smith I'm a fresh price, and I fill banks! [Verse 23: Zeus] (LoC, LoC!) 44s and big Glocks(Bullets!) Kush, coke, and flip lock(Put, put!) Young God gon' flip drop, in big rocks, see the big watch(Rrrrrrrrr!) Dope time, nigga tick tock Flip flop, get a big shot (Bullets!) Dumb nigga got away punk Flip fling like a big shot [Verse 24: Kidd Kidd] G-Unit all on my back nigga I move weight like a fat nigga N O mane Zan nigga Throw my set up like bad dinner Ask yo ho, I'm that nigga Kidd Kidd, kidnap niggas Hit 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 B.M 10 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 Eastside nigga Jacquees(Jacquees) In the coupe, probably doing top speed (Okay) Got your girl, and she probably on her knees (Right) She 25, but I'm only 19(Nooooow) (G-G-Get down, get down) (Nooooow) This young nigga bout to blow (Nooooow) I can earn my stripes So that they already know [Verse 27: Retro Jace(Two9) Drop 'em aside like Compton Potato on the tip like condoms Calculator clip, they don't want no problem 4-5 Just like a pill, might pop 'em Uh, Goon's that'll shoot you for a hoodie Copped a 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 [Outro: Flex Knox] Oooooh! Yes, yes! You just experienced Wrath of the Titans Monsters unite And it went down Heavy, heavy, heavy Ruuuuuuuow