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[Verse 1]
Boots in the dirt by the peach tree fence
You came in buzzing, we came for the win
White tails flash when the whistle blows
Red clay flying where the fast one goes
You crowd the hive, but the floor still shakes
Got quick little feet and a hunger that takes
Look at your side, all loud and proud
We move so slick, we draw a crowd
[Pre-Chorus]
Count those steps
Feel that run
One more turn
And you’re done
Hear that roar
See it rise
Rabbit pride
Ain’t no disguise
[Chorus]
Carolina rabbits own Atlanta bees
Carolina rabbits own Atlanta bees
Bite that sweet talk
We take what we please
Carolina rabbits own Atlanta bees
[Verse 2]
Honey on your lip, but the sting don’t stay
We hop the line and we clear the way
Your yellow buzz turns into static fast
When a white-tail blur cuts straight past
Big drum stomp in the parking lot
You brought the swarm, but you lost the plot
We keep it cool, then we cut right through
Every little snap says the same thing too
[Pre-Chorus]
Count those steps
Feel that run
One more turn
And you’re done
Hear that roar
See it rise
Rabbit pride
Ain’t no disguise
[Chorus]
Carolina rabbits own Atlanta bees
Carolina rabbits own Atlanta bees
Bite that sweet talk
We take what we please
Carolina rabbits own Atlanta bees
[Bridge]
Pass that crown
Watch it slide
Soft white feet
Long gone wide
No more talk
Let it be
Carolina
Owns the bees
[Final Chorus]
Carolina rabbits own Atlanta bees
Carolina rabbits own Atlanta bees
Bite that sweet talk
We take what we please
Carolina rabbits own Atlanta bees
Carolina rabbits own Atlanta bees
Carolina rabbits own Atlanta bees
Big gold mouth
But we run these streets
Carolina rabbits own Atlanta bees
Details
GeneratedJun 12, 2026
Duration3:36
LanguageEnglish
Style
Funk pop with bouncing bass, tight disco-guitar chops, and a clipped four-on-the-floor kick; verse rides a rubbery bassline and talk-sung male vocal, pre-chorus tightens with handclaps and rising synth stabs, chorus opens into gang shouts and bright horn punches. Short delay throws on the phrase hook, ad-libbed “hey!” responses, and a quick tape-stop before the final chorus. Glossy, punchy mix with a sweaty live-band feel., funk, pop
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Prompt by
Carolina_Rabbits1
Carolina_Rabbits1ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
carolina rabbits own atlanta bees, male, funk pop
