[Verse 1]
I remember back in the day, FIFA 12 was bae
Was fun to play, and if you had pace, you could run away
FIFA 14, headers were foreseen
Couldn't stop them from scoring, even in your dreams
Every year, there's exploitations
Some that EA are never changin'
When I send a through ball, can you tell me why
All I have to do to win is hold LB/Y?

[Hook]
Yo, it's LB/Y, it's LB/Y
Can't stop it, even if you're ready- try!
In order to play like a sweaty guy
Hold LB if you want to help me die
Yo, it's LB/Y, it's LB/Y
Can't stop it, even if you're ready- try!
In order to play like a sweaty guy
Hold LB if you want to help me die

[Verse 2]
When the attackers ain't making runs
You might try to keep possession or just play for fun
But if you wanna win, then I'm confident
That all you have to do is chip the ball to Remy and run onto it
Yeah, this game is B.S.​
But you can win games only knowin' three steps:
(One:) Press LB! (Two:) Press Y at the same time!
(Three:) Run onto it and it's game time!
When you wanna play a wager match
There's a small chance that you'll get your players back
But these chip through balls, can you tell me why
All I have to do to win is hold LB/Y?
[Hook]
Yo, it's LB/Y, it's LB/Y
Can't stop it, even if you're ready- try!
In order to play like a sweaty guy
Hold LB if you want to help me die
Yo, it's LB/Y, it's LB/Y
Can't stop it, even if you're ready- try!
In order to play like a sweaty guy
Hold LB if you want to help me die

[Verse 3]
So we have Ibarbo and Doumbia
It is embarassin' what they will do to ya
Just play it through to ya, move it up to the one
With all the pace while they keep on abusin' ya
When the ball goes over their heads
Opponents start droppin', they're goin' to bed
Doesn't matter if you've got Ronaldo and Messi
Or anyone, because I'm sure that they'll get beat
It is unstoppable, the biggest obstacle
("How do I defend it?") You can't; it's impossible
But can somebody just tell me why
All I have to do to win is hold LB/Y?