[Verse 1] Pulled up slow to Netley Creek Coolers packed, yeah we’re set all week Fold-out chairs in the truck bed stacked That old corn board in a burlap sack Kick off boots in the river sand Sunburn’d nose, koozie in my hand Auntie laughs, cousin hits that vape Uncle’s already in the lake [Chorus] Netley Creek, we don’t leave till Monday Bonfire glow turnin’ night into Sunday Beers on ice, we ain’t keepin’ count Good friends, fam, yeah that’s what it’s about Cornhole kings, let the bags stay fly Fireball shots make the stars feel high If you ain’t here, that’s your own bad luck We all agree one thing: Chesleys sucks [Verse 2] Bluetooth blastin’ that porch swing beat Half country twang, half backseat heat Gravel in my drawl when the verse gets tight Then Nana yells “turn it down” (yeah right) Scoreboard chalked, it’s a backyard war Four-bag swagger, we talk that roar Cousin hits a clutch, then he hits that cup Trips on a root, and the whole yard cracks up [Chorus] Netley Creek, we don’t leave till Monday Bonfire glow turnin’ night into Sunday Beers on ice, we ain’t keepin’ count Good friends, fam, yeah that’s what it’s about Cornhole kings, let the bags stay fly Fireball shots make the stars feel high If you ain’t here, that’s your own bad luck We all agree one thing: Chesleys sucks [Bridge] [Beat drops, handclaps and chant] One more shot for the ones not here (hey!) One more cheer for the ones that are near (hey!) Creek-side crew, yeah we run this stuff And say it one more time ‘cause once ain’t enough [Chorus] Netley Creek, we don’t leave till Monday Bonfire glow turnin’ night into Sunday Beers on ice, we ain’t keepin’ count Good friends, fam, yeah that’s what it’s about Cornhole kings, let the bags stay fly Fireball shots make the stars feel high If you ain’t here, that’s your own bad luck We all agree one thing: Chesleys sucks

rap, Country-pop party jam with male vocals, bright acoustic guitars over a bouncy trap-inflected beat, warm bass, and crisp claps. Verses half-sung half-rapped with a playful swagger; chorus explodes with stacked gang vocals and shout-along hooks. Add subtle banjo chops in the background and a bridge that briefly strips to 808s and vocal before the final full-band chorus., pop, hip hop, country

Netley Creek Weekend