Say Word Lyrics - K Camp

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, I'm 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!) 

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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!) 

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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, 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'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'mma finish 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 O.C 

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 

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-Bitch 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 say 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 

Pu-Put 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, 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(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 fuck (?) 

Okay I'm 300 

Million 

One more shout, free Meech nigga 

Rap game in a chokehold like-(Gaaasp!) 

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) 

(Nooooow) 

This young nigga bout to blow 

(Nooooow) 

I can earn my stripes 

So that they already know 

[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 

Oooooh! 

Yes, yes! 

You just experienced 

Wrath of the Titans 

Monsters unite 

And it went down 

Heavy, heavy, heavy 

Ruuuuuuuow