Lyrics Say Word - Sy Ari Da Kid

Say Word

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 on 300
(Oh fuck, niggas!)
They ask me where I been at?
Bitch I been getting money
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!)
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 'em
Kill 'em
Then pee on his coffin
(Bah!)
Barking
Sy Ari
Fuck 'em
And leave 'em
They treat 'em like he Mr. Marcus
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
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)
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!)
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
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
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
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’s legs
Now we going hard
I’ll fuck your broad
Guapo fucking with the 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’m a finish
It’s what Slim Dunkin started
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 OC
If I nod
They popping that heat
(Brrat!)
But I don’t really need it
Cold D
Bo!
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
BitchbitchbitchBitch I’m winnin'
(Moneeeeey!)
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
(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
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 said a word
But these ho’s gon' flop
New A-Town
And my nigga James
Shit real
Don’t believe just watch
O-O-Okay it’s F Y B
PussyPut 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
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
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
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
(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!)
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!)
300 like Chief Keef
Squad up if you want beef
(Squad up)
I’m a 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 the sergeant
Okay I’m 300
Million
One more shout
Free Meech nigga
Rap game
In a chokehold like-
(Uuuuhh!)
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!
(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
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
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
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)
(Dooooown)
This young nigga bout to blow
(Nooooow)
I can earn my stripes
So that they already know
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
Oooooh!
Yes, yes!
You just experienced
Wrath of the Titans
Monsters unite
And it went down
Heavy, heavy, heavy
Ruuuuuuuow