Gulf Coast Cowboy

[Intro]
Slow smoke
Thick heat
Boots up
One deep
[Verse 1]
Got the mud on my rims, salt in my veins
Same hat, same road, I just change them plates
Every stoplight lean, feel the concrete quake
Whole block lookin’ out when I hit that gate (yeah)
Call me Gulf Coast Cowboy, ridin’ that line
Where the oil rigs hum and the sky stay wide
I don’t talk too much, let the pavement know
When I roll past twice and the windows low (skrrt)
[Chorus]
I’m that Gulf Coast Cowboy, building shake when I ride
Got that low-end thunder, you can’t hide
Every showdown, small town, bet it all on mine
Gulf Coast Cowboy, Roy gon’ win every time (every time)
Gulf Coast Cowboy, Roy gon’ win every time
[Verse 2]
Red dirt on the floor of this beat-up truck
Blue note in my throat when the day get rough
Got blues in my drawl, little twang in my slang
Little cross on the dash, little gold on my chain
From the bayou to the bridge, they know my route
Hear me long ‘fore they see me pullin’ out
If it ain’t first place, then I don’t sign up
Cuz I came from the bottom just to tear that up (woo)
[Chorus]
I’m that Gulf Coast Cowboy, building shake when I ride
Got that low-end thunder, you can’t hide
Every showdown, small town, bet it all on mine
Gulf Coast Cowboy, Roy gon’ win every time (yeah, every time)
Gulf Coast Cowboy, Roy gon’ win every time

rap, Down-tempo 50 BPM swampy trap-country hybrid with deep rolling sub-bass tuned to hit huge systems, sharp snare snaps, and dusty slide guitar phrases. Male vocals, laid-back but menacing drawl, stacking ad-lib doubles on key punchlines. Hook opens up with gospel-style humming and airy pads to contrast the chest-rattling low end, then drops back to sparse, head-nod groove for the verses., blues, country, deep