Lyric

Load it up, 100 on the clock, let it drop

Girls in the lobby and we never gonna stop

Lock in, queue up, everybody talk hot

But we clutch when we shot, when we shot

We in the range, you whiffin' again

You blame ping but you missin' my cham

Full buy, vandal, you swing with no plan

Tilt in your voice, I can hear it in comms, damn

Plant on A, you still lurkin' mid

You say "trust," but you play like a kid

Calm down, mic up, we fine

But you peek 1v3, now we losin' the time

You push when I say "hold"

You eco but full armor bought gold

Call "A to B to C site," no sync

Five queens on the map, but we right on the brink

We talk over each other every round

All this ego too loud in the sound

But the spike still beats like a heart in the smoke

If we line up now, we can turn it to a joke

Head shot, drop, we don’t ever miss

Vandal in my hand, feel the kick on my wrist

From A to B to C site, make ‘em all quit

Rotate, rotate, we controlin’ this

Head shot, drop, we don’t ever miss

Vandal in my hand, feel the kick on my wrist

From A to B to C site, make ‘em all quit

Rotate, rotate, we controlin’ this

Run it back, run it back

Run it back, run it back

Head shot, head shot

Head shot, head shot

Yo, why you blame me every round in Valorant?

You swing smoke, die first, then you rant

"Diff team, diff ping," that’s your only chant

You 0–10 but you talk like you the main implant

You said "stick," then you run, now we lost defuse

But in chat you type essays ‘bout how we all confused

"You bait," "you troll," "my team so trash"

Bro, check the board, you the bottom of the stash

You insta-lock duel, then you hide in spawn

AFK in the back while we fight till dawn

You blame sage, you blame sky, you blame brim, no cap

Only thing you never blame is your own bad map

You said "walk," but you swing with a knife

You flame me, but I saved the last round of your life

You miss smoke, now we all exposed

We argue in spawn while the round gets closed

"Why you on op?" "Why you on mid?"

"Why you push smoke?" "Why you top fragged, kid?"

All talk, no trust, but we still queue five

‘Cause we only play best when we barely survive

You tilt when the cam goes live

But you brag ‘bout the rank you had in ‘25

Call "A to B to C site," no pause

Same team, but we fight like we’re opposite squads

We talk like we’re enemies at war

But we lock in the second that we hear "last four"

All this rage in the chat, but we know the code:

When the spike goes down, we in clutch mode

Head shot, drop, we don’t ever miss

Vandal in my hand, feel the kick on my wrist

From A to B to C site, make ‘em all quit

Rotate, rotate, we controlin’ this

Head shot, drop, we don’t ever miss

Vandal in my hand, feel the kick on my wrist

From A to B to C site, make ‘em all quit

Rotate, rotate, we controlin’ this

Run it back, run it back

Run it back, run it back

Head shot, head shot

Head shot, head shot

Talk back in the buy phase, shots in the night

We fight in the mic, then we fight for the site

"I said hold," "you said swing," now we clash

But the clock ticks down and we move in a flash

All the drama, all the tilt, all the flame in the air

When the round’s on the line, we remember we care

Five girls, one team, one dream on the line

When the scope zooms in, all the chaos aligns

Head shot, drop, we don’t ever miss

Vandal in my hand, feel the kick on my wrist

From A to B to C site, make ‘em all quit

Rotate, rotate, we controlin’ this

Head shot, drop, we don’t ever miss

Vandal in my hand, feel the kick on my wrist

From A to B to C site, make ‘em all quit

Rotate, rotate, we controlin’ this

Run it back, run it back

Run it back, run it back

Head shot, head shot

Head shot, head shot