Battlefield 6: Smoke & Shell Casings

Chopper blades spinning, radio static, Trap, dark, deep, bass music, bass, gun fire, explosions

“Bravo Team, we’re rollin’ heavy—pack that loud and light it.”
“Prometheus online… target lock confirmed.”

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(Verse 1)

Locked in the scope, battlefield smoke in the air,
I’m rollin’ that Lemon Cherry while I load with care,
Bullet casings rain down like confetti of doom,
That AK chatter echo like a deathbed tune.

Gorilla Glue grip on the steel I’m holdin’,
White Ash on my gear, THC golden,
Sour Diesel veins, adrenaline pumped,
I’m a soldier on the frontline, blunt lit, slumped.

Roll another while I duck under fire and flame,
Cookies in the chamber, OG in the brain,
Ain’t no mercy in this map, no time for peace,
Every strain got me gassed like a chemical release.

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(Hook – War Chant x3)

💨 Smoke and shell casings, that’s the life I know,
Weed in my system, bodies on the floor,
Battlefield 6, locked in, eyes glow,
Light it up, burn slow — watch the killfeed blow.
💨 Smoke and shell casings — loud in the zone,
Every hit a bomb, every round my throne.

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(Verse 2)

GSC in the blunt, that’s God-tier smoke,
Reloadin’ heavy metal while the barrel poke,
Every shot another verse, I’m a lyrical vet,
My KD ratio higher than a jet-set check.

Indica mindstate with that hybrid focus,
Tropic Thunder twist got the world outta focus,
I’m zoned in deep, heartbeat to the drum,
That smoke thick cloud make my trigger thumb numb.

Jet Fuel in my brain, terpene tears in my lungs,
Purple Punch patience gone, here come the drums,
Enemy lines break when the loud ignite,
That battlefield buzz got me high on the fight.

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(Hook – War Chant, echoed)

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(Bridge – cinematic)

“Weed smoke thicker than the fog of war…”
“No respawns in real life—only scars and score.”
“Roll up your courage, light up your pain…”
“Every puff a prayer, every round my name.”

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(Verse 3 – Extended Lyrical Combat)

Welcome to the madness — my mind a campaign,
Dab hits in the dark, flashbang through the brain,
That OG Kush courage got my spirit insane,
Every mission I’m smokin’ like propane flame.

Pineapple Express in the cockpit high,
Blazin’ trails through the clouds, watch the missiles fly,
Got that Granddaddy Purp in the sidearm holster,
High ground sniper with a blunt on the shoulder.

I’m a soldier of smoke, general of the loud,
Roll joints like medals, my rank endowed,
Ain’t no ceasefire in this chronic crusade,
Every puff a bullet in the war I’ve made.

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(New Verse 4 – “Aftermath Mode”)

Map reset, but my lungs still burnin’,
That Skywalker smoke got my focus turnin’,
Gelato in the cartridge, Runtz in the roll,
Battle scars fade, but the high takes hold.

Medals for the fallen, ashes in the tray,
Another blunt for the brothers who’ve gone away,
This warzone ain’t just code, it’s life on the line,
So I spark up peace and load up the nine.

All the branches in my veins — Army, Navy, Marines,
Air Force precision with THC dreams,
Weed warfare, soldier’s creed, roll and reload,
Prometheus on the field — God Mode unlocked code.

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(Final Hook – Full Send)

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(Outro – radio fades out / smoke hiss)

“Mission complete… objective: domination.”
“Casualties? None — just the competition.”
lighter flicks — inhale — silence.

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“Bravo Team, we’re rollin’ heavy—pack that loud and light it.” “Prometheus online… target lock confirmed.” ⸻ (Verse 1) Locked in the scope, battlefield smoke in the air, I’m rollin’ that Lemon Cherry while I load with care, Bullet casings rain down like confetti of doom, That AK chatter echo like a deathbed tune. Gorilla Glue grip on the steel I’m holdin’, White Ash on my gear, THC golden, Sour Diesel veins, adrenaline pumped, I’m a soldier on the frontline, blunt lit, slumped. Roll another while I duck under fire and flame, Cookies in the chamber, OG in the brain, Ain’t no mercy in this map, no time for peace, Every strain got me gassed like a chemical release. ⸻ (Hook – War Chant x3) 💨 Smoke and shell casings, that’s the life I know, Weed in my system, bodies on the floor, Battlefield 6, locked in, eyes glow, Light it up, burn slow — watch the killfeed blow. 💨 Smoke and shell casings — loud in the zone, Every hit a bomb, every round my throne. ⸻ (Verse 2) GSC in the blunt, that’s God-tier smoke, Reloadin’ heavy metal while the barrel poke, Every shot another verse, I’m a lyrical vet, My KD ratio higher than a jet-set check. Indica mindstate with that hybrid focus, Tropic Thunder twist got the world outta focus, I’m zoned in deep, heartbeat to the drum, That smoke thick cloud make my trigger thumb numb. Jet Fuel in my brain, terpene tears in my lungs, Purple Punch patience gone, here come the drums, Enemy lines break when the loud ignite, That battlefield buzz got me high on the fight. ⸻ (Hook – War Chant, echoed) 💨 Smoke and shell casings, that’s the life I know, Weed in my system, bodies on the floor, Battlefield 6, locked in, eyes glow, Light it up, burn slow — watch the killfeed blow. 💨 Smoke and shell casings — loud in the zone, Every hit a bomb, every round my throne. ⸻ (Bridge – cinematic) “Weed smoke thicker than the fog of war…” “No respawns in real life—only scars and score.” “Roll up your courage, light up your pain…” “Every puff a prayer, every round my name.” ⸻ (Verse 3 – Extended Lyrical Combat) Welcome to the madness — my mind a campaign, Dab hits in the dark, flashbang through the brain, That OG Kush courage got my spirit insane, Every mission I’m smokin’ like propane flame. Pineapple Express in the cockpit high, Blazin’ trails through the clouds, watch the missiles fly, Got that Granddaddy Purp in the sidearm holster, High ground sniper with a blunt on the shoulder. I’m a soldier of smoke, general of the loud, Roll joints like medals, my rank endowed, Ain’t no ceasefire in this chronic crusade, Every puff a bullet in the war I’ve made. ⸻ (New Verse 4 – “Aftermath Mode”) Map reset, but my lungs still burnin’, That Skywalker smoke got my focus turnin’, Gelato in the cartridge, Runtz in the roll, Battle scars fade, but the high takes hold. Medals for the fallen, ashes in the tray, Another blunt for the brothers who’ve gone away, This warzone ain’t just code, it’s life on the line, So I spark up peace and load up the nine. All the branches in my veins — Army, Navy, Marines, Air Force precision with THC dreams, Weed warfare, soldier’s creed, roll and reload, Prometheus on the field — God Mode unlocked code. ⸻ (Final Hook – Full Send) 💨 Smoke and shell casings, that’s the life I know, Weed in my system, bodies on the floor, Battlefield 6, locked in, eyes glow, Light it up, burn slow — watch the killfeed blow. 💨 Smoke and shell casings — loud in the zone, Every hit a bomb, every round my throne. ⸻ (Outro – radio fades out / smoke hiss) “Mission complete… objective: domination.” “Casualties? None — just the competition.” lighter flicks — inhale — silence.

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