Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Isaac Thomas Yates
Songwriter
Brenton Michael Morgan
Songwriter
Lyrics
Chillin in the lobby and he had to take a seat
Launching into solos never scared of a defeat
Hoppin on the bus, boutta drop into some heat
Twenty bodies off the drop terra-fish is elite
Oh no, wait hold up bro
Fish is outta mats, so he's gotta drop low
Sniper in the distance, yeah it might be time to go
Lasered from the right, keep on bobbin to and fro
Got no shield and low hp, getting push by enemies
He ain't scared and he stays focused being all that he could be
Got some mats out of that tree, place a ramp like a beast
Purple pump to the dome, he is sitting comfortably
Super fish, super man, super stick
When he's in the lobby know that is a win
Orange in the face, yeah he's his own race
When he's cranking nineties he ain't ever lose pace, ugh
Nine left, circle getting small
Any other person would prolly drop the ball
This kid is spamming rockets, could the might fish fall
Heavy snipe between the eyes through the window in his wall
Launch pad up to the toppest of the hill
Fish is switching up to metal and he knows how to build
Golden scar raining down, sweeping up every kill
Sent five to the lobby, there is four still
Super fish, super man, super stick
When he in the lobby know that is a win
Orange in the face, yeah he's his own race
When he's cranking nineties he ain't ever lose pace, ugh
One V One situation on our hands
This is who he is, and this is who he am
Ooo, that's a body shot
Hit badly, one thirty two knocked
Now the fish needs a second to heal
This silly game has just got real, oo
It's a soccer skin pulling up quickly
Drinking minis, getting up fifty
This is it, it's do or die time
Fish is at the three, can he hit a dime
Fishstick, fishstick
Fish, fish
Super fish, super man, super stick
No scope with the heavy it's a body shot hit
Spraying with the uzi, got a little with the shred
Pull out with a pickaxe, hit him one, two, dead
Super fish, super man, super stick
When he's in the lobby know that is a win
Orange in the face, yeah he's his own race
When he's cranking nineties he ain't ever lose pace, ugh
Victory royale
Writer(s): Isaac Yates
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