"100 SPARTANS" lyrics
Russ Millions & Jooka Savage Lyrics
[Russ Millions:]
(Sebz Beats, baby)
Bap, bap, bap (Shotta)
Need my bank like Musk, Elon's (Elon's)
Give the opps some clout, they're tweakin' (Tweakin')
Tryna leave my paigons grievin' (Uh-huh)
Tryna send a man up, ceilin' (Uh-huh, mhm)
Plus, my girlfriend thinks I'm cheatin'
Like my mask, 'nough girls I'm squeezin' (Baow)
I'm Jamaican, course I'm jeetin' (Yes)
In the pum-pum, central heatin' (Yes)
In my spaceship, sturrin', weavin' (Skrrt, skrrt)
Need my bank like Elon Musk
Me and bro's like Drake and Josh (Uh-huh)
Said she heard 'bout Tion and Russ (Mhm)
She's a nympho, I'm hittin' it rough (Rough)
In the back seat, gyal get fucked, yeah (Yeah)
In the dance with things and stuff, yeah (Yeah)
'Cause the mandem's lettin' it bust, yeah (Baow)
'Cause the mandem's lettin' it ring, mm (Bullet)
Before guns, man, a limpet ching, mm (Ching)
Man for callin' that fairs like rims (Baow)
Make her gun shot bite man's skin (Baow, baow)
Sexy girls love white and pink, mm
Crew done made this hotline bling, L
L-Y-M, man's deep in center
Touch a button, man, don't go gym (Bullet)
Throwin' it back, get her bum in the air
Course us man flankin' over there (Shotta)
Black on Black, I'm shootin' [?]
Bear call, my ting's full of veneers
Pop out, you don't get back over here
Don't step, but them man rap over there
Bang-bang, make the gyal dem cover their ears
I'm gassed as a brand-new opp in the air
[Jooka Savage:]
(Grrrt) I drill shit up, I'm chartin'
I need soldiers, hundred Spartans
In the ride so much, I'm fastin' (Grrrt)
In the trees, now I'm jumping gardens (Ayy, ayy)
You're Sab? Ha (No way), pardon
Yo, pull up that bamboclaat (Grrrt)
I drill shit up, I'm chartin'
I need soldiers, hundred Spartans (That's rare)
In the ride so much, I'm fastin' (Dread, dread)
In the trees, now I'm jumping gardens
You're Sab? Ha (No way), pardon
You cheffed up, tell me your stabbings (No way)
I'm on ten plus, not even braggin' (Gang)
Plus, I'm on nappings (Haha)
Gush it or leave him stiff
You're madder than me, don't take the piss (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Let's have a gun debate with a fifty in— (Grrrt)
I drill shit up, I'm chartin'
I need soldiers, hundred Spartans
In the trees, now I'm jumping gardens
You're Sab? Ha, pardon
(Sebz Beats, baby)
Bap, bap, bap (Shotta)
Need my bank like Musk, Elon's (Elon's)
Give the opps some clout, they're tweakin' (Tweakin')
Tryna leave my paigons grievin' (Uh-huh)
Tryna send a man up, ceilin' (Uh-huh, mhm)
Plus, my girlfriend thinks I'm cheatin'
Like my mask, 'nough girls I'm squeezin' (Baow)
I'm Jamaican, course I'm jeetin' (Yes)
In the pum-pum, central heatin' (Yes)
In my spaceship, sturrin', weavin' (Skrrt, skrrt)
Need my bank like Elon Musk
Me and bro's like Drake and Josh (Uh-huh)
Said she heard 'bout Tion and Russ (Mhm)
She's a nympho, I'm hittin' it rough (Rough)
In the back seat, gyal get fucked, yeah (Yeah)
In the dance with things and stuff, yeah (Yeah)
'Cause the mandem's lettin' it bust, yeah (Baow)
'Cause the mandem's lettin' it ring, mm (Bullet)
Before guns, man, a limpet ching, mm (Ching)
Man for callin' that fairs like rims (Baow)
Make her gun shot bite man's skin (Baow, baow)
Sexy girls love white and pink, mm
Crew done made this hotline bling, L
L-Y-M, man's deep in center
Touch a button, man, don't go gym (Bullet)
Throwin' it back, get her bum in the air
Course us man flankin' over there (Shotta)
Black on Black, I'm shootin' [?]
Bear call, my ting's full of veneers
Pop out, you don't get back over here
Don't step, but them man rap over there
Bang-bang, make the gyal dem cover their ears
I'm gassed as a brand-new opp in the air
[Jooka Savage:]
(Grrrt) I drill shit up, I'm chartin'
I need soldiers, hundred Spartans
In the ride so much, I'm fastin' (Grrrt)
In the trees, now I'm jumping gardens (Ayy, ayy)
You're Sab? Ha (No way), pardon
Yo, pull up that bamboclaat (Grrrt)
I drill shit up, I'm chartin'
I need soldiers, hundred Spartans (That's rare)
In the ride so much, I'm fastin' (Dread, dread)
In the trees, now I'm jumping gardens
You're Sab? Ha (No way), pardon
You cheffed up, tell me your stabbings (No way)
I'm on ten plus, not even braggin' (Gang)
Plus, I'm on nappings (Haha)
Gush it or leave him stiff
You're madder than me, don't take the piss (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Let's have a gun debate with a fifty in— (Grrrt)
I drill shit up, I'm chartin'
I need soldiers, hundred Spartans
In the trees, now I'm jumping gardens
You're Sab? Ha, pardon
