[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 on 300
(Oh f**, n***as!)
They ask me where I been at?
b**h I been getting money
[Pre-Hook: Sy Ari Da Kid]
I Say
300 n***as
(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 n***as leasing apartments
People are talking
Saying I'm tripping
I murder 'em
k** 'em
Then pee on his coffin
(Bah!)
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
(Ferg's)
[Verse 5: Que]
My squad full of young n***as
(Young n***as)
Drug dealers
(Aye)
ThunderCats
(Yeeeah)
Chopper punk a n***a like Ashton Kutcher
(Rrrrah!)
Make a n***a dip like a running back
(Yooom!)
Pop up on you like a instant message
(Hee!)
Clapping sh**
No jumping jacks
(No!)
My n***as like me
I dun' made this sh** clear
(What?)
You front me a pack
I ain't coming back
(Que!)
[Pre-Hook + Hook]
[Verse 6: K-Camp]
Dirt Game n***as
Yeah squad
(Squad!)
K-Camp screaming link up
(Link up!)
300 n***as
That's 300 mu'f**ers
Trying to get it in by the trucks
(Wa**up!)
I'm a hot young n***a
That'll take your b**h
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
Wa**up
[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
(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, butut 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
[Pre-Hook + Hook]
[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
It's 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 OC
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
Young Bino 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
(Buh, baah!)
We pull up with the pistols
My n***as shoot
They won't miss him
(Nah!)
Disrespect
We gon' k** him
(You think I'm playing?)
Pop a bean and forget him
[Hook]
[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 said 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
[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)
sh**'s getting nasty
(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: Migos - 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: 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 f** the sergeant
[Verse 22: Tabius Tate]
Okay I'm 300
Million
One more shout
Free Meech n***a
Rap game
In a chokehold like-
(Uuuuhh!)
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: 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
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)
(Dooooown)
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