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Jacquees - 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!)
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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

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