Bambino Gold - 300 Spartans lyrics

[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!) p**y n***a I bleed swag (squad!) Shout to Reese homie (what's happening!) f** with n***as, I'm 300 (oh f**, n***as!) They ask where I been at? b**h I been getting money [Hook: Sy Ari Da Kid] I say 300 n***as, 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 [Bridge: 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***as leasing apartments People are talking, saying I'm tripping I murder 'em, k** 'em, then pee on his coffin Barking, Sy Ari, f** '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 f** Tha-Tha-Tha-That's my n***as [Verse 4: VerseSimmonds] My n***as rolling round with that fully automatic Illmatic, God damnit If your b**h 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**h trait I'm too real, you too fake I got two guns, for that toothache [Verse 5: Que] My squad full of young n***as Drug dealers, Thunder Cats Chopper punk a n***a like Ashton Kutcher Make a n***a dip like a running back Pop up on you like a instant message Clapping sh**, no jumping jacks My n***as like me, I done made this sh** clear You front me a pack, I ain't coming back [Hook: Sy Ari Da Kid] I say 300 n***as, 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 [Bridge: 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 Game n***as, yeah squad K-Camp screaming link up 300 n***as, that's 300 mu'f**ers Trying to get it in by the trucks I'm a hot young n***a, that'll take your b**h Too fly, I can land on a cloud Money on me, your ho on me now Too turnt and I can't turn down [Verse 7: Stuey Rock] See I got 300 n***as That mean it's 600 pistols And if you run up, start talking sh** We gon' let them things hit you, naw Ain't gotta be no issue Them things gon' let loose 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 p**y n***a don't play with me I am live spelled backwards [Verse 9: Jose Guapo] If a n***a, want his issue He can get it quick Know my n***as, got them choppers They pull up with them sticks And his b**h's legs Now we going hard I'll f** your broad Guapo f**ing with the squad [Hook: Sy Ari Da Kid] I say 300 n***as, 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!) [Bridge: 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***a, 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 n***as low-key(Bo!) It's that Chi hitter Bo D(Right!) If you want beef, I got that These n***as 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-b**h I'm winnin' (Moneeeeey!) [Verse 13: Dae Dae] I'm-I'm-I'm squading up(Squad!) Ya'll n***as time is up(Turn up!) Stevie Wonder with that chopper, b**h I'm blind as f**(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 n***as(Ah!) That's 300 triggers(Yah!) Ya'll got 300 n***as, but ya'll got like zero k**ers We pull up with the pistols, my n***as shoot They won't miss him Disrespect, we gon' k** him (You think I'm playing?!) Pop a bean and forget him [Bridge: Sy Ari Daa 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 Built this sh** from the gorund I took 'bout 300 days I'm trying to turn up my town n***a 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 n***a James, sh** 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 f** with industry n***as, I f** with in-the-street n***as A-A-And I need me a shrink, I'm f**ed up mentally n***a [Verse 17: John John Da Don] 300 n***as (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 b**h n***as be hiding(Be hiding) But real n***as move in silence(In silence) Got 300 k**ers, 300 pistols Better know my n***as be wildin'(Be wildin') And every one around be silent(They silent) No flaw n***as in my circle(Close) Stay street, it's a code we follow(Follow) Only moving's by them dollars [Hook: Sy Ari Da Kid] I say 300 n***as, 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 [Bridge: Sy Ari Da Kid] Squad up! Squad, squad Squad up! Squad, squad Squad up! Squad, squad Squad up! Squad, squad [Verse 19: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) sh**'s getting nasty, wrap 'em in the plastic Throw him in the trash, now the n***a looking trashy(Trashy) Whole clique full of shooters, just like the Mavericks(Rrrah!) We don't give a f**, put a n***a in the casket (Buh, bow!) [Verse 20:Quavo] Extendo-Extendo longer than a ruler(What?) All my n***as, 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: 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 f** (?) [Verse 22: Tabius Tate] Okay I'm 300 Million One more shout, free Meech n***a Rap game in a chokehold like-(Gaaasp!) Go to sleep n***a Started from the bottom, now we here mu'f**er We some real mu'f**ers, and I feel great I'm Tabius Tate, I'm like Will Smith I'm a fresh price, and I fill banks! [Verse 23: Zuse] (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, n***a tick tock Flip flop, get a big shot (Bullets!) Dumb n***a got away punk Flip fling like a big shot [Verse 24: Kidd Kidd] G-Unit all on my back n***a I move weight like a fat n***a N O mane Zan n***a Throw my set up like bad dinner Ask yo ho, I'm that n***a Kidd Kidd, kidnap n***as 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 sh** 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 n***a 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 n***a 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