Skill Issue Shuffle

[Intro – Calm, country drawl] I’m just tryna get the goop… Feed Scrappy… Why you shootin’? Oh… you serious? [Verse 1] Stella Monte sunset glow, Boots in the dust, I’m movin’ slow. Blueprint rare in the backseat ride, Scrap stacked tall on the passenger side. Banjo hum through the arc-tech breeze, I’m mid-loot run, feelin’ at ease. Then I hear that nervous mag dump sound— Thirty shots and none hit ground. You really pressed your trigger at me? With that aim? That’s bravery. Scope wobblin’ like a shopping cart wheel, You fightin’ recoil more than me for real. I ain’t even strafed, I ain’t even slid— You emptied your clip and hit a grid. [Pre-Chorus] Don’t blame lag, don’t blame the patch, Don’t blame the devs for a weak crosshair match. If your bullets miss and your pride get bruised— That ain’t the game… that’s you confused. [Chorus] It ain’t the game, it’s your skill level. You shootin’ like tutorial devil. I was vibin’, feedin’ Scrappy’s bowl, Now you spectatin’, losin’ control. Monte boots don’t slip or shake, I reload smooth while your hands just quake. You messed up my raid? That’s bold and cute— Now you a training dummy in arc-tech boots. [Verse 2 – WAY more disrespectful] You peek that ridge like you top-tier rank, Miss twice, now your ego sank. Aim assist workin’ overtime, Still couldn’t hit me if I drew a line. Your KD lower than Stella’s dust, Confidence loud but your shots don’t bust. You spam crouch thinkin’ it’s elite— I hip-fire once and you delete. Your sensitivity set to “panic mode,” Controller driftin’ off the code. You pre-fired air, you fought a tree, You lost the duel before you saw me. I’m two-steppin’ mid-firefight, You reload stressin’ every sight. You blame your squad, you blame your ping— But your thumbs just ain’t built for this ring. [Pre-Chorus – Let You Live Energy] You know what? I might let you live. Not mercy… Just research purposes. [Chorus – Bigger] It ain’t the game, it’s your skill level. You playin’ ranked on easy pedal. I was mindin’ my raid, stackin’ scrap, Now you respawn takin’ naps. You wanted smoke? You barely sparked. You barked real loud but missed your mark. If you see me lootin’, just wave and dip— Before I add you to the montage clip. [Bridge – Reaction Moment] Chat like “WHAT is this track?” Banjo in a firefight? That’s that. You rushed a king with a beginner’s kit, Now your whole squad like “why’d you hit?” You started beef with a dance routine, Got outplayed lookin’ seventeen. I ain’t toxic, I educate— Your accuracy need recalibrate. [Verse 3 – Maximum Skill Roast] Blueprint tuned, arc-core bright, While you still fightin’ tutorial fight. You move like NPC pathing broke, I move like patch notes already spoke. You shoot first, I laugh first, You try hard, I rehearse worse. Your recoil control look accidental, Your flick shots strictly experimental. I seen better aim in the practice range, You press too much, your brain deranged. Monte rules: don’t pick that fight If your thumbs ain’t wired right. [Final Chorus – Chanty & Viral] It ain’t the game, it’s your skill level. You picked a fight above your bevel. I was feedin’ Scrappy, stackin’ gold, Now you a clip that’s gettin’ rolled. Two-step reload, arc-tech grip, You shot at me? That’s leadership slip. Next time you feel brave and clever— Update your aim… or don’t shoot ever. [Outro – Calm Again] I’m just tryna get the goop… Feed Scrappy… But if you shoot first… Make sure your skill matches your courage.