Intro
Yeah
Same lobby
Same fuckin’ problems
Let’s go
Hook
I’m droppin’ twenty, maybe thirty a game
They droppin’ four or five, still sayin’ “we the same”
Enemies right next to you, you don’t react
I’m yellin’ “HE’S RIGHT THERE” — how you miss that?
Top of the board, yeah, every damn round
They hear footsteps, still don’t turn around
Fix your fuckin’ aim, fix your fuckin’ sight
I don’t need enemies, my squad shootin’ air all night
Verse 1 (Patrick)
Patrick spray-and-pray, crosshair in the sky
Aim so fuckin’ bad, bullets say goodbye
Enemy stand still, still don’t get tagged
Empty every clip, then reload and get clapped
Talk big pre-game, confidence high
Soon as shots pop off, man panic and cry
Fix your fuckin’ aim, bro, hop in the range
‘Cause missin’ point-blank shots ain’t lag, it’s your brain
Hook
I’m droppin’ twenty, maybe thirty a game
They droppin’ four or five, still sayin’ “we the same”
Enemies right next to you, you don’t react
I’m yellin’ “HE’S RIGHT THERE” — how you miss that?
Top of the board, yeah, every damn round
They hear footsteps, still don’t turn around
Fix your fuckin’ aim, fix your fuckin’ sight
Whole team shootin’ ghosts every single fight
Verse 2 (Devin)
Devin got a scope, still can’t hit shit
Zoom in, zoom out, panic reload quick
Enemy crouched, barely even move
Still miss six shots like it’s nothin’ new
Ask “what gun you use?” like that’s the key
Bro, aim assist can’t assist that shit you see
Four kills endgame, say “I almost had more”
Almost don’t mean shit, check the fuckin’ score
Verse 3 (Tony)
Tony push solo, miss the first ten rounds
Enemy right in front, bullets paint the ground
Killcam show his aim do a figure eight
Bro shootin’ outlines, never hit the face
Heart in the fight but the hands betray
Fix your fuckin’ aim before you rush that lane
I love you, my guy, that’s family facts
But stop shootin’ circles and fix them fuckin’ stats
Bridge
I don’t need callouts, I already know
Red dots movin’ like a light show
I drop thirty calm, no stress, no shame
They yellin’ “HOW?” — I just say “fix your aim”
Final Hook
I’m droppin’ twenty, maybe thirty a game
They droppin’ four or five, still sayin’ “we the same”
Enemies right next to you, you don’t react
I’m yellin’ “HE’S RIGHT THERE” — how you miss that?
Top of the board, yeah, every damn night
Still carry the squad in every gunfight
Still my boys, yeah, that’s a fact
But holy shit—fix your aim and stop shootin’ trash 😤🎮
