Sy Ari Da Kid, Dae Dae (Dirt Gang), Derez De’Shon, Zuse, Translee, Doe Boy, Stuey Rock, Jose Guapo - 300 Spartans lyrics

Cotrell Dennard

[Sy Ari Da Kid, Dae Dae Dirt Gang, Derez De’Shon, Zuse, Translee, Doe Boy, Stuey Rock, Jose Guapo - 300 Spartans lyrics]

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

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

Squad up! squad, squad
Squad up! squad, squad
Squad up! squad, squad
Squad up! squad, squad

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

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

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

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)

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

Squad up! squad, squad
Squad up! squad, squad
Squad up! squad, squad
Squad up! squad, squad

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

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

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

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

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

Squad up! squad, squad
Squad up! squad, squad
Squad up! squad, squad
Squad up! squad, squad

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

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

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'

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

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

Squad up! squad, squad
Squad up! squad, squad
Squad up! squad, squad
Squad up! squad, squad

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

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

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

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

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

Squad up! squad, squad
Squad up! squad, squad
Squad up! squad, squad
Squad up! squad, squad

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

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

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

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

(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

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

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

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

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

Ohhh, yes yes
You just experienced wrath of the titans
Monsters unite
And it went down heavy, heavy, heavy, rah
(Squad up)

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