Nyck Caution – Fortnite

It’s the eye of the storm
You buy clothes when the retail low
But most of y’all playing games anyway, so I guess it’s best that I’m
Me against 100, I’m solo dolo it up, yeah
Never put my tilted towers in that dusty depot
Double pump to your brain, the boy foul
In your hood watch me bring anarchy to your acres
Dirty bitches, I don’t fuck around with musty people
Blue bolt, take one shot and you die
(Fortnite timer counting down)
Ammo getting low, I’m never getting enough
Overseas, had no wi-fi to play Fortnite
Snobby but I’m sure you’ll get bodied here for real
Take your loot by the lake, shoot a tooth out your face
My assaults’ll leave scars, I sky dive
If I could shoot up a crater, factory getting flushed
Chug jug when health low so I rise
My group greasy like I’m at a speak-easy
I snipe foes down in Retail Row
Chopping down trees, got some bricks from the brickhouse
Circle getting smaller, got nobody to trust

I got the grenade launcher, hold on, hold on
Fuck Tomato Town!
Play games when I get the time
… Here it is Fuckin’ killed this— ah!

Your junction full of junk, I’ma shoot that mother up
Where the weapons is getting drawn, the battle is getting…
Me against 100, I’m solo dolo it up
Oh shit! (explosion)
Let’s go!
("Storm shrinking" notification)
(Grenade launcher fires)
With a couple moisty women, admire that I’m defeated
All of my oppositions, I’m the truth, you a fake
Make it clean for your mouth with a little salty spring
Came back for some victory royale
Oh, I forgot Tomato Town?
Disconnected from you haters, wailing in the woods
You know what I’m saying
Yeah! Yeah, you motherfucker!
I was gone two weeks, shit was a fortnight
You know I’m fatal in the field
Oh my God…
One bullet left, leave Lonely Lodge in your gut
Yeah, yeah, get ’em

Solo dolo it up, yeah
Watch me land in P Park with my guy
If you can suck these shifty shafts, know what I mean
And I’m hard as steel, find me in the haunted hills
Look, look, he’s right there, he’s right there