Trick Shot

Trick Shot steady aiming, got that sniper ring shine,

Hi-Tek Gun Club, first place every time.

Tampa Bay showdowns, he lit the whole stage,

Austin Texas heat, competition in the cage.

Drew Estate smoke, let the aroma rise slow,

Celebrating victories, everybody know.

Precision on the trigger, let the steel plate sing,

Every shot locked in, like a champion king.

Traveling city to city, with the squad on deck,

Trick Shot reputation, put respect on the check.

From the range to the spotlight, trophies on the wall,

Sniper rings shining, yeah he earned them all.

Trick Shot, rings shining bright,

Hi-Tek Gun Club, we aiming on sight.

From Tampa to Austin, the legend gon’ rise,

Drew Estate smoke drifting up to the skies.

Locked in the scope, vision clear through the glass,

Every round on target, never coming in last.

Steel plates falling, crowd loving the show,

Competition heavy, but his aim too cold.

Night range lit, lasers cutting the air,

Hi-Tek banners flying, yeah the squad everywhere.

Respect in the game, name etched in the books,

Rings on his fingers, got the champion look.

From Mississippi roots to the Florida coast,

Then Austin in the summer, where he did the most.

Gun smoke rising with the Drew Estate flame,

Trick Shot forever, they gon’ honor that name.

Trick Shot, rings shining bright,

Hi-Tek Gun Club, we aiming on sight.

From Tampa to Austin, the legend gon’ rise,

Drew Estate smoke drifting up to the skies.