[Intro] (Cello glides in over dark 808 rumble) W G PAPA Z! (Southern drawl, low and menacing) Solo queue turned the lobby to a crime scene. Sector 253. We suited up for the SR funeral. Bang bang. Let's clock in. [Chorus] Queueing up with killers, yeah we locking it down (Yeah) Custom-tailored armor when we step in the town (Ooh) Pressing the trigger while they watching me slide! WGPAPAZ, got 'em ducking to hide! Fiji water chilling but I'm sharp in my mind Cleanest number 55, leave 'em flat on the line! [Verse 1] Loading in the match and we reinforcing rotate Walking in with pressure, got 'em folding at gate I'm just sipping Fiji, got a suit with a chain Random took the defuser like a dummy again! Why you picking Clash if you can’t even spin? I’m the Wizard of the North, tryna profit a win! You a copper in the lobby, got you scared to shoot Every time I solo queue, I might call a truce! [Interlude 1] (Beat drops out, lonely cello and low ambience) (Spoken, Southern sarcasm) "Hold up. Kill the drums. Random dude... xX_DemonSlayer_Xx... listen, homie. Why you sprint to the rooftop with the package and die? For real. Now it’s a 1v5 and I’m on Mozzie in a three-piece. This is organized disaster." [Chorus] Queueing up with killers, yeah we locking it down (Yeah) Custom-tailored armor when we step in the town (Ooh) Pressing the trigger while they watching me slide! WGPAPAZ, got 'em ducking to hide! Fiji water chilling but I'm sharp in my mind Cleanest number 55, leave 'em flat on the line! [Verse 2] Sent the invite out but they don’t wanna join Flipping my SR like a counterfeit coin! Somebody smoke alarm screaming loud in the mic How you talking gangster when you run from a fight? I’m playing vertical, I’m blowing holes in the floor Random shot my gadget then he ran out the door! I’m losing my sanity, I’m losing my breath Watching all these randoms try to flex with no step! [Interlude 2] (Cello returns, darker melody) (Spoken, weary but cocky) "Bro went 0 and 7 in a suit. Didn’t ping once, not a single call. This that Melee WG nightmare queue. I need a five-stack of straight professionals. Suit and tie, trigger discipline. I’m done with tourists." [Outro] (Beat fades, cello sings a slow, mournful line) W G PAPA Z. Sector 253. Just gun smoke and cufflinks on this track. GG, randoms. (Sound of an Xbox party invite ringing, faint 808 tail)
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