Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Mud on the doors Dust on the dash Cooler in the bed Country boy bad, like [Verse 1] I ain’t chasin’ skirts I’m just chasin’ dirt Tires throwin’ that red clay On this clean white shirt Got my paycheck folded In this old snap wallet All I need’s full tank Turn the key, then I floor it Line of pines, they my skyline Sun droppin’ low, that’s my primetime Town talkin’ ‘bout love and diamonds I’m talkin’ ‘bout torque and high miles [Chorus] Backroad yee yee I just ride, I just breathe Gas up, head out, that’s me Don’t need drama in my seat Just a full tank, long week Turn it up, let it scream Backroad yee yee Backroad yee yee [Verse 2] Ex hit my phone “I miss you” text Left that blue check sittin’ Truck key did the rest I don’t do claws in my paycheck Tears on my T-shirt, fights in a group text Heart been burned, I learned my lesson Now it’s dirt road only, that’s my blessing One hand lean on the wheel Other on a fresh cold steel Can in the console, mind at peace My kind of love got four big feet [Chorus] [Bridge] Headlights off Know these turns by heart Whole world small Just me and this farm truck, yeah If love comes lookin’ It better bring some mud ‘Cause I ain’t leavin’ These roads I run [Chorus]
Tags
rap, Hard-hitting country-trap beat with twangy banjo loop and subby bass. Male vocals, half-spoken swagger in the verses, double-time cadences on key bars. Hook explodes with stacked gang shouts on “yee yee,” distant crowd chants, and a simple sing-rap melody. Touches of slide guitar in the turnarounds; mix keeps the vocal gritty and upfront., country
Duration
2:19
Instrumental
No
Created
12/31/2025