Spartan

Baby, I feel like a Spartan
Yeah
'Cept my weapon be sparkin
Yeah, Yeah
Ya know imma keep it three-hunnid
Yeah
Realest one in the squadron
Yeah
Walkin up to ya com-pound
COMPOUND
Let off a couple
Let off a couple
Gun gotta muzzle
Gun gotta muzzle
You talk it, I hustle

Baby, I feel like a Spartan
Yeah
'Cept my weapon be sparkin
Yeah, Yeah
Ya know imma keep it three-hunnid
HOOOO
Realest one in the squadron
Yeah
Walkin up to ya com-pound
COMPOUND
Let off a couple
Gun gotta muzzle
Gun gotta muzzle
You talk it, I hustle
You talk it, I hustle

Heard you was runnin ya lips
We got a couple of clips
It's about to be a movie
And you know I gotta uzi
Kick in the door
Open the safe
Yeah,Yeah
Bitch this is war
Bitch
Gimme tha wraith

Catching you lackin
I'm Kung Lao to your cappin
And you know i'm bout action
You about to lose a fraction

Different lanes, separate leagues
Cock it and squeeze, you niggas bleed
Dead on the floor, families scream
Walkin' off clean, like Billie Jean

Heeee

Thriller on the mic
Who's iller with the hype
None
Better ask ya wife
After I'm giving her pipe
Ayyyyye

I'm showin her power
I'm hittin for hours
I'm off of the sour
Then I'm killin' you cowards
UGHHH

Baby, I feel like a Spartan
Yeah
'Cept my weapon be sparkin
Yeah, Yeah
Ya know imma keep it three-hunnid
Yeah
Realest one in the squadron
Yeah
Walkin up to ya com-pound
COMPOUND
Let off a couple
Let off a couple
Gun gotta muzzle
Gun gotta muzzle
You talk it, I hustle

Baby, I feel like a Spartan
Yeah
'Cept my weapon be sparkin
Yeah, Yeah
Ya know imma keep it three-hunnid
HOOOO
Realest one in the squadron
Yeah
Walkin up to ya com-pound
COMPOUND
Let off a couple
Ayo Provurb
Gun gotta muzzle
Its Grizzy
You talk it, I hustle
ROOO

I got sixteen in the chamber
First bullet finna go the haters
Second one is for the people that's out here sayin that
Grizzy Roe owe em a favor
Third bullet is for the ones, tryna throw dirt on my name
And stoppin' my paper
I See Y'all
Fourth one is for the liars and fakers
Fifth one for the racists and rapists
Fuck Em

If you want the smoke, here's the sixth one bitch
Whoever can get it
Praying for peace til you fuck with me
That's when i'm grabbing my piece and shooting the seventh

Eighth one for callin' nine-one-one
Y'all can get nine through eleven
Twelfth one i'm screaming fuck twelve
Thirteenth nigga, oh well
Fourteenth will def RAM you
Bet you catch it like O'Dell

And the Fifteenth
WOOO
Shit'll get ugly like Tony Snell
And I ain't pickin up no shells
Nope
Last but not least, the sixteenth
For whoever gon test me
Watch me reload the clip
Buck another sixteen til it's all empty
BITCH

Baby, I feel like a Spartan
Yeah



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Writer(s): Stephan Grant
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