Counter-Strike

It's 8
Okay let's go

Dust in my face
Everything is a mirage
Strap on my waist
Tryna get a headshot
If the ops wanna play
We get it poppin on sight, all night
Like Counter-Strike

Dust in my eyes
Feels like I'm going blind
Deathmatch, no gravity, going live
The ops wanna play
We get it poppin on sight, all night
Like Counter-Strike

I'm living in a fever dream (Oh)
Imma always shoot back what you aim at me (Oh)
And you might think it's make believe (Oh)
When I hit that no scope Imma make you see (8)
I'm living in the danger zone
Ak-47, smoke grenades get thrown
And you might get saved by smoke
Pop up in the city spawn and take control (Yeah)

Aye, hey, hey (the bomb has been planted, 8)
Ak-47 with the red dot my head hot (tu-tu)
We gonna hit the scene and clear all the ops (let's go)
Pull up with the same gang
We coming from the sandbox
I don't trust nobody hit that field and do a bunny hop (tu-tu)
Like smoke grenade (tu-tu)
Different type of war I'm tryna elevate (tu-tu)
Like what you say?
Say he want that smoke
Okay, it's time to play (tu-tu)
Moving like a ninja, do a flip and caught em with that kick
Counter-Strike give him the drop
I bet you he do what I say, yeah! (Let's go, let's go, let's go)
Yeah

(BOOM)

Dust in my face
Everything is a mirage (Is a mirage)
Strap on my waist
Tryna get a headshot (Headshot)
If the ops wanna play
We get it poppin on sight, all night
Like Counter-Strike

Dust in my eyes
Feels like I'm going blind (Going blind)
Deathmatch, no gravity, going live
The ops wanna play
We get it poppin on sight, all night
Like Counter-Strike

Hold this position (Oohh)
(Roger that)
(Sand in the wind...)
(...Mirage)
(Counter-Strike)



Credits
Writer(s): Kimetrius Christopher Foose, Robbie Zaher, Stanislav Korpan
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