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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Rubber boots in the dark
Headlamp cuttin’ that fog
Pull traps off that salt spray
Metal claws bang on the log
Boat rock, pockets get fat
Red shells, scale on the crate
Flip weight, two kinds of chain
Steel pots, white on the plate
Salt on my coat, still
Hands smell like the dock
One call, cooler in the trunk
Ride out, tires chew rock
[Chorus]
Lobster in the crates, white in the wrap
Mud on the tires, cash in my lap
Claws in the water, dust in the lane
I fish in the morning, by night it’s cocaine
Lobster in the crates, white in the wrap
Mud on the tires, cash in my lap
Claws in the water, dust in the lane
I fish in the morning, by night it’s cocaine
[Verse 2]
Four-wheel low on the trail
Back roads twist like a snake
Cooler bounce in the back seat
Both kinds, surf and the flake
Deep ruts, frame get kissed
Spray mud high as the pine
GPS off, phone down
Whole world mine for the night
Salt wind stuck in my hair
Blue lights hide from the rain
Steer one hand, count bands
Other hand holdin’ the reins
[Chorus]
Details
GeneratedDec 26, 2025
Duration1:37
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Dark trap banger, swung hi-hats and sub-heavy bass. Sparse, eerie keys in the verses with male vocals tight and menacing; hook explodes with layered gang chants, distorted ad-libs, and a wider low-end. Occasional pitched vocal stabs and filter sweeps build tension, with a short breakdown before the final chorus to reset energy then slam back in.
Credits
Prompt bySignalHybrid568
ModelAria v5
Prompt
rap about fishing lobster, selling cocaine, off roading
