Red Dot Lyrics

Red dot, headshot, goin' on a kill streak

Sniper on the roof, baby, you can't see me

Come around here, you're bound to get dropped

Everybody knows I'm the number one opp

Red dot, headshot, goin' on a kill streak

Sniper on the roof, baby, you can't see me

Come around here, you're bound to get dropped

Everybody knows I'm the number one opp

I'm awake when I'm online, this ain't a hobby

Meet up with my squad, load out in the lobby

Are you ready for war? It's kill or be killed

I love the smell of napalm, it gives me thrills

Like an army ranger hoppin' out of helicopters

Pull the cord on my chute and get ready with the chopper

Raid the base, kick in the door, give me the loot

Capture the flag, then give em the boot

Hit the stash, raid the cache, and catch the airdrop

Flyin' drones in enemy zones, makin' heads pop

Call it an airstrike and let God sort them out

I'm the number one opp, keep my name out your mouth

Only the strong survive and I'm the last man standin

Thanks to John Wick skills and tactical planning

School's in session and I'm the head of the class

If you wanna rematch, I'll kick your ass

Red dot, headshot, goin' on a kill streak

Sniper on the roof, baby, you can't see me

Come around here, you're bound to get dropped

Everybody knows I'm the number one opp

Red dot, headshot, goin' on a kill streak

Sniper on the roof, baby, you can't see me

Come around here, you're bound to get dropped

Everybody knows I'm the number one opp

I drew first blood like Rambo in the clutch

Almost hit collateral damage, double dutch

The city streets are modern war zones

Break out the C4, sticky now the door gone

Like a ninja, you gotta frag and bag the zombies

Team Slayer like a squid game for the army

Keep your head down or you might get shot

You ain't know you're messin' with the number one opp

Poppin' heads like pimples, bang like heavy metal

There's no respawnin' once you dance with the devil

Run as fast as you can like the gingerbread man

Best to have a strap in hand, little man

Out of place like Cheech and Chong in games

Smokin' enemies like doobies of their favorite strain

You should know better than to disrespect a soldier

Yaka, yaka, yaka, player one, game over