[Intro: Fortye]
Shit
[Verse 1: Fortye]
Ninja warned me that some gamers ain't my right hand
To trust him, only kill bots and that elder white skin
His name is Jonesy, I notice I’m trynna' loot the boss
He half the reason why tournaments even let me drop
So now I'm lootin’ and trying to find a place to get mats
That she was right, so I triple hit, tryna double back
The teams are filled with some noobs like how I ain't notice that? (Hey, how I ain't see that?)
Fuck it, I seen some familiar loot in the shifty shaft
I loot up, get out, what up? I wanna kill
But what you want some guns, some players
Really want them for themself
Now do I shoot? Do I build? That's my dilemma
And circle is picking up, if I don't leave, I'ma get stuck (Skrt)
So I speed off, we shot barely and it seems awkward
And I heard through some words that you're moddin'
I got too much mats, don’t wanna steer off path
And crash and get distracted
But I listen to that Fortnite man ’cause it might rain
Keep my shield [?] prepared
'Cause y’all got such good aim
And I got mats in the trunk, but that's in the front
I also got ammo for both of us if you're ever in need of guns
Just let me know, my player
[Chorus: DP & Fortye]
I had to switch teams on 'em
Fishstick [?] skins on ’em (Skrrrt!)
I had to switch teams on 'em
You know, build, half ramp, crank walls on 'em
Nigga, that's a spiketrap, watch out for the spiketrap
Watch out for the spiketrap, watch out for the spiketrap
Look out for the spiketrap, watch out for the spiketrap
Watch out for the spiketrap, watch out for the spiketrap
[Verse 2: Fortye]
Bots in the bush, but I flank
I got some new loot, and some mats, that I crank
So I be prepared for their fights, they're alright
I left the ammo in the grass so say thanks
Boxin' Ninja while I'm streamin' with nobody in it
Young aggressive player, getting victory without landing Shifty
I fight TTVs when I'm winnin' 'cause it feels amazin'
The irony is I stopped with the sprayin'
Don't get it twisted, player, I'm still won three, oh, he Jonesy
All the bots talk about the kills and victoronies
And all I can show 'em is a couple skins and more things
That I've bought in the couple past month, he's on, please
Everyone is a bot, me, a tryhard
Nobody gon' make a pop 'cause everyone wants a scar
Since everyone is a bot, not everyone shoot afar
Man, I'd rather play with a bot myself
Than fuck with they teams
See, bruh, V-bucks, fans shoot they guns
Scar blows, they go, which way, who knows?
One day, "Fuck, no," the next day, "I'll play"
But fuck y'all, I know that T is gonna kill four
I just want that ammo and that golden rifle
Good health, success, time in storm worthwhile
Find somebody who sweaty and raise a couple of winner
But my vehicle's good for now, that's in a couple of miles
Now keep it pushin', player
[Chorus: DP & Fortye]
I had to switch teams on 'em
Fishstick [?] skins on 'em (Skrrrt!)
I had to switch teams on 'em
You know, build, half ramp, crank walls on 'em
Nigga, that's a spiketrap, watch out for the spiketrap
Watch out for the spiketrap, watch out for the spiketrap
Look out for the spiketrap, watch out for the spiketrap
Watch out for the spiketrap, watch out for the spiketrap
[Instrumental: static amour]
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh
[Outro: Fortye]
Fuck, okay, next one, alright–?
Do-do-do-do-do-do
Gotta watch out for the spiketraps
Ooh, said watch out for the spiketraps
Haha
