Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Back road packed, tailgates down Red clay river at the edge of town Chrome on the Chevys, Fords, and Dodges All lined up like a row of bosses Mud on the doors, tags from last year Big tires hummin as the trucks creep near Cooler full of Busch, ice in a crate Someone pass that bottle, I can’t wait [Chorus] Bounty hole baby, let’s get lost Mud slingin high like it just took off Shirts stickin tight, water drippin slow Boots in the pit at the front row show Bounty hole baby, crowd goin wild (woah) Engines scream loud, country gone vile If you came to stay clean, better head on home ‘Cause the mud and the shine got a mind of their own [Verse 2] Moonshine jar with a black tape X Lil’ mud cricket workin on her best dance steps Cutoff shorts, boots in the sand Phone light glow in her right back pocket hand Knob Creek burn when it hits my tongue Tailgate stage where the songs get sung Buddy hit the gas, crowd yell “send it!” Truck disappears, whole pit offended [Chorus] [Bridge] Headlights circle up, dusk to dawn Speakers in the bed keep bangin on [low vocal register] One more pull, one more line One more kiss, one more shine [Chorus]
Tags
rap, Rowdy country trap with big sub-bass and twangy banjo loop, stomp-clap groove. Male vocals half-rapped, half-sung with stacked gang shouts on the hook. Verses stay tight and percussive; chorus widens with octave doubles and ad-libs. Fiddle and slide guitar licks answer vocal lines; 808 drops and risers punch into each section for tailgate-party energy., light, country, hip hop
Duration
2:07
Instrumental
No
Created
1/14/2026