Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Flurries in the rearview Sky hangin’ low Black ice on the backroad Carolina cold [Verse 1] Bald tires on the Tahoe Threads showin’ like a bad truth Slide sideways down a gravel lane Heartbeat drummin’ in my rib cage, woof Mama said stay home Boss said “you late” Rent sittin’ on my dashboard Got me skatin’ for the pay Salt trucks stuck in traffic Lines long at the store I’m prayin’ over gas fumes Foot heavy, can’t afford [Chorus] Bald tires in a Carolina snowstorm Prayin’ I don’t spin when I hit that turn Whole life sittin’ on this worn-out tread If I make it back, I’ma earn my bread Bald tires in a Carolina snowstorm Grip this wheel like it’s all I own If the road wanna test me, let it howl and moan I been ridin’ on the edge, made the edge my home [Verse 2] Frostbite on the window Defrost on blast Thrift-store hoodie Chapped hands on the glass Phone light glow “Girl, you crazy where you at?” I’m somewhere between a paycheck And slippin’ through a crack Church closed but I still talk Breath foggin’ every word “Keep me steady, keep me steady” Hope somebody up there heard Snow stackin’ on the hood Bills stacked even higher Either park it and go under Or slide out through the fire [Chorus] Bald tires in a Carolina snowstorm Prayin’ I don’t spin when I hit that turn Whole life sittin’ on this worn-out tread If I make it back, I’ma earn my bread Bald tires in a Carolina snowstorm Grip this wheel like it’s all I own If the road wanna test me, let it howl and moan I been ridin’ on the edge, made the edge my home [Bridge] If I fishtail, let me land on my feet (yeah) If I skid out, let me slide to the beat (hey) It’s a thin line, white lines, snow in my teeth But I been driftin’ through the struggle Ain’t a ditch I can’t leave [Chorus] Bald tires in a Carolina snowstorm Prayin’ I don’t spin when I hit that turn Whole life sittin’ on this worn-out tread If I make it back, I’ma earn my bread Bald tires in a Carolina snowstorm Grip this wheel like it’s all I own If the road wanna test me, let it howl and moan I been ridin’ on the edge, made the edge my home
Tags
rap, Gritty Southern trap-rap with female vocals; swung hi-hats and skittering snares over a growling sub-bass, eerie bell loop, and sparse piano stabs. Verses sit low and conversational, then snap into a hard, chantable hook with layered gang vocals and hit drops on the title line for maximum impact. Occasional ad-libs and drops for performance swagger.
Duration
2:35
Instrumental
No
Created
2/2/2026