Lyrics

Yo, Cylo, sit down, let me talk,
You loot all day, still get dropped!
Smokin’ up clouds, brain in a fog,
No wonder you move like a clueless dog!


Kai in the game? That’s free real estate,
Pick up the loot, then drop it—dead weight!
You high all day, but you still real low,
Losing your stuff like “Where did it go?”

Pulled up strapped, but your aim too trash,
Took one shot, then you ran—so fast!
Call yourself Cylo? Boy, that’s a joke,
You roll up a blunt then roll over—choked!


Kai stay looting, Kai stay losing,
Whole squad left ‘cause you so useless!
Smoked too much, now you moving slow,
Tryna flex loot that you just let go!


Eyes all red, you ain’t seeing the map,
Ran to a fight, now you taking a nap!
Talk real big, but your stats say “nope,”
Only thing high is the weed that you toke!

Lemme guess? You got clapped last night?
Looted for hours, but lost that fight?
Blaming the lag? Blaming the game?
But deep down, you just ain’t got aim!


Yo, put the blunt down, pick your stats up,
Maybe then you won’t keep getting packed up!


Kai aka Cylo, hold this L,
Step to me again? Boy, that won’t end well!