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Lyrics
[Intro]
Kick dust
Big ruts
Camo up
(what’s up)
[Verse 1]
I got mud on my boots, on my four-door truck
Red clay caked on the doors, that’s luck
Slide through the rut, let it sling on the side
Whole crew hangin' off the tailgate, wild ride
Phone on do not disturb, just birds and frogs
Cooler in the back next to tackle and dogs
Sun goin' down, but the work just start
If it smell like gas and gun oil, that’s my heart
[Chorus]
Muddin' in the cut, let it spray, let it spray
Ridin' on my Harley down the highway
Huntin' in the morn', hooks in the bay
This that backroad life, do it my way
Muddin' in the cut, let it spray, let it spray
Chrome pipes bark when I twist that play
Huntin' in the morn', hooks in the bay
This that backroad life, do it my way (my way)
[Verse 2]
Sunrise, tree stand, breath turnin' white
Deer trail right where we guessed last night
Steady hand, one shot, say a quick praise
Meat in the freezer, yeah we blessed for days
Midday, line cast way past that log
Bobber disappear, big pull, no jog
Reel drag sing while the boat rock light
Scales flash silver in the hot noon light
[Chorus]
Muddin' in the cut, let it spray, let it spray
Ridin' on my Harley down the highway
Huntin' in the morn', hooks in the bay
This that backroad life, do it my way
Muddin' in the cut, let it spray, let it spray
Chrome pipes bark when I twist that play
Huntin' in the morn', hooks in the bay
This that backroad life, do it my way (yeah)
[Bridge]
Backroad buzz, little gas, little smoke
Circle round a fire where the same jokes joked
Camo hat low, but the stars shine bright
We just country kids tryna live this right (live this right)
[Chorus]
Muddin' in the cut, let it spray, let it spray
Ridin' on my Harley down the highway
Huntin' in the morn', hooks in the bay
This that backroad life, do it my way
Muddin' in the cut, let it spray, let it spray
Chrome pipes bark when I twist that play
Huntin' in the morn', hooks in the bay
This that backroad life, do it my way (my way)
Details
GeneratedFeb 18, 2026
Duration7:59
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Hard Southern trap-rap bounce, swung hi-hats and boomy low end under gritty guitar riff. Verses tight and percussive with male vocals riding the pocket; hook opens up with gang shouts and octave doubles. Subtle banjo and harmonica chops tucked behind the 2 and 4 for country flavor, final hook stacks ad-libs and crowd chants for an anthemic tailgate closer.
Credits
Prompt byLitMars174
ModelAria v5
Prompt
Rap song about mudding, riding my harley, hunting, fishing
