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[Intro]
Windows down in the AM sun
Lil dude grinning, we already won
Backroad dust in the rearview line
Whole world ours, and we right on time (yeah)
[Verse 1]
Got my boy in the passenger, cap on sideways
Laugh loud, that sound runnin’ through the driveway
Big tires hummin’ through the small-town skyway
Family name stitched bold on the flyway
Mama in the doorway, coffee in her hand
We the heartbeat thumping of this piece of land
You point at the flag when it starts to wave
Say “that’s us, that’s home,” that’s the way you’re raised
[Chorus]
Red, white, and gasoline
My son, my squad, my team
Big trucks rollin’, heart on sleeve
That’s love, that’s all I need
Red, white, and gasoline
Two helmets in the back with dreams
Whole life runnin’ like a wild machine
My boy, my blood, my red, white, and gasoline (yeah)
[Verse 2]
Dirt bike loaded, chain in the back
You bounce in the yard, boots all black
Little hands grab tools from the old steel rack
Grease on your cheek, can’t wipe that
We pack up snacks, he don’t ever sit still
Talk about trails, talk about hills
You say, “I’m ready,” I feel that thrill
Small frame, big heart, bigger will (woo)
[Chorus]
Red, white, and gasoline
My son, my squad, my team
Big trucks rollin’, heart on sleeve
That’s love, that’s all I need
Red, white, and gasoline
Two helmets in the back with dreams
Whole life runnin’ like a wild machine
My boy, my blood, my red, white, and gasoline
[Bridge]
From the porch light glow to the last turn home
We got stories in the dust on our clothes
Flag on the pole, that’s a promise I chose
To raise you strong, let the good times grow (yeah, yeah)
[Chorus]
Red, white, and gasoline
My son, my squad, my team
Big trucks rollin’, heart on sleeve
That’s love, that’s all I need
Red, white, and gasoline
Two helmets in the back with dreams
Whole life runnin’ like a wild machine
My boy, my blood, my red, white, and gasoline (oh yeah)
Details
GeneratedApr 17, 2026
Duration3:04
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Energetic trap/rap hybrid with male vocals; punchy 808s and crisp hats drive a swaggering half-time groove, then flip into a house-leaning four-on-the-floor drop in the hook. Verses ride a tight, bouncing low-end with sparse synth stabs; chorus blooms with bright plucks, crowd chants, and wide reverbs. Sub-bass stays thick and warm, leaving space up top for vocal ad-libs and stacked harmonies on the title line., hip hop
Credits
Prompt by
Sniper_Music
Sniper_MusicModelAria v5.5
Prompt
my son I love, family, American flag, big trucks dirt bikes, all the adventures, Dont use the word chrome, don’t talk about car seats, hitting jumps or earth, not a baby. trap, rap, hip hop, house
