[Chorus: static amour]

I just got a brand new glider, glider

Won another game so it's umbrella, 'brella

[Verse 1: Fortye]

That bot like the leader of the trash-can, he do it again?

Every single game they lose, guess Fortye win again

And you in the squad again, time to get wins again (Throw your motherfuckin' hands)

They lookin' like bots, I guess that's why they playin'

And when you glidin' solo, it can't be no delayin'

When I start my grind, it's gon' be some gunshoots and botty's 'cause losing

I gotta, run moves, like when you be schoolin'

I gotta, glide to Tilted, just to be secluded, they did

No damage while I give them no chances

Even if they get a chance, bots panic like they have no practice

How I get all of these smokes?

How every grenade I throw? Make her frustrated bro

This my game, not a quote

[Chorus: static amour]

I just got a brand new glider, glider

Won another game so it's umbrella, 'brella

[Verse 2: Fortye & static amour]

I'ma take all my sweatys to go get some victories

Throw my dick a party

The minis upstairs, just to be a botty

I shot up some hackers, now I got what you all need

Give your team the Fortnite classic, save the summer

New map, we droppin' fast, it's time to squad up

Back out

Bought a skin and then she ready up solo

My skin mix like it's a preference

And my team lookin' like some veteran's

Don't I kill the sweats like a TTV?

Come get on the stream, shawty, I need team

She a tryhard

I gotta get a kill, and some mini shields

Gotta get this win off my chest, I just got so much kills

Passin' out SMGs, and I'ma deal with it after

I just wiped the whole squad, they need to shoot me faster

But I still shoot them faster

And I quote, "It's only one G.O.A.T," let you have your fun, though

Run the map like Tfue, yo, you had it on loan

Every day in Retail, on my way to the Grove

I was late to every build fight, in my skin's cuddle

But all the hoes in the Towers know

If I see you in the fights, you get you 'roud of clothes

You might get you a gun, brah, unprovoked

You might have to tell your squad of Pinocchio

That was a jokey-joke

That wasn't nowhere near as funny when you chokey-choke

Crying in Fortnite over a Fortnite win

And he still in the dark winning gun fights, bitch

Look at how we hash out like we sniped him, bitch

Wish somebody woulda warned us

When I was fifteen, my teammate wasn't born yet

Fortnite king in a different time

We got multiple wins too, just at different times

Picture this, if every game I kill a different kid

Do that make me a fort-terrorist?

Without the win, I guarantee I'm still playin' bitch

Game is fuckin' ridiculous