His kit Is pure gold A burst kiter With muscle Big guns and a red cape That hair shape… straight Wolverine!
Slidin’ Divin’ He’s gonna make you look silly Won’t take harm His jukes are hotter than a bowl of chili
Ya go bot (hot damn) Ya just got there, now you’re backin’, man Ya buy pots, (hot damn) Need a drink to get through this lanin' man Ya get shot, (hot damn) Lose the trade when he’s goin' ham Ya get caught, (hot damn) Stop going bot ya big dummy
Quickdraw he’s commin' to ya Smokescreen is gonna screw ya Every chance he’s gonna duel you ‘Cause that shotgun's gon' give it to ya Look at your health and now watch it drop Can’t believe that buckshot
Stop, wait a minute He’s afk, maybe you can win it He’s taking hits, close to death (Nevermind! He never left...) You can’t outrun, collateral damage, are you kidding? But don’t give up, just chill out maybe you can catch him splittin’
Before you fight that guy Let me tell you a little somethin’ Graves gon’ buck you upTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
