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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Down by the creek, I’m in my zone
Mud on the boots, phone on silent mode
nature in the air, pine on the wind
We came to ride, then ride again
camp fires crack where the cooler sits low
Faces lit up like a coal-bed glow
country boys laugh with the cans in hand
Talk real slow like they understand
jacked up trucks parked in a crooked line
Chrome nose high when the moon don’t shine
guns in the rack, but the night stay chill
Just watchful eyes on the top of the hill
[Pre-Chorus]
When the sparks rise up
We all get loud
When the bass hits hard
We don’t back down
[Chorus]
country boys, country boys, we roll deep
jacked up trucks, jacked up trucks, cuttin’ through the creek
nature on our back, smoke up in the sky
camp fires burnin’ while the whole town rides
country boys, country boys, you know the name
guns on the hip but we playin’ it safe
Mud on the tires, dirt on the frame
country boys, country boys, say it again
[Verse 2]
Tailgate table with a deck of cards
Old dog sleeping by the shotgun parts
Granddad stories passed like a spark
Little white stars punching through the dark
No need for a crown, we earned our stripes
Work all day, then we cut all night
Pick-up rumble like a steady prayer
Bass in the chest and the dust in the air
If you want peace, then you got it here
If you want noise, then the whole crowd’s near
From the front seat grin to the backseat shout
We know who we are, ain’t no doubt
[Pre-Chorus]
When the sparks rise up
We all get loud
When the bass hits hard
We don’t back down
[Chorus]
country boys, country boys, we roll deep
jacked up trucks, jacked up trucks, cuttin’ through the creek
nature on our back, smoke up in the sky
camp fires burnin’ while the whole town rides
country boys, country boys, you know the name
guns on the hip but we playin’ it safe
Mud on the tires, dirt on the frame
country boys, country boys, say it again
[Bridge]
One road in, but we all come back
Same dirt path, same callin’ back
Hear that cheer go up by the fire glow
We were raised where the tall pines grow
[Final Chorus]
country boys, country boys, we roll deep
jacked up trucks, jacked up trucks, cuttin’ through the creek
nature on our back, smoke up in the sky
camp fires burnin’ while the whole town rides
country boys, country boys, you know the name
guns on the hip but we playin’ it safe
Mud on the tires, dirt on the frame
country boys, country boys, say it again
Details
GeneratedMay 4, 2026
Duration3:25
Style
Country rap with stomp-clap percussion and trap hats, swung boom-bap bounce, acoustic guitar riffs under heavy 808 sub; verse rides sparse drums and banjo plucks, pre-chorus lifts with stacked chants and handclaps, chorus hits with gang vocals on the anchor phrase and a gritty guitar stab. Lead vocal is close-mic with doubled lows, ad-lib echoes on hook words, and short delay throws; ear candy from whip-crack risers, porch-step stomps, and a final breakdown with radio-static tape stop. Bright, punchy, and dusty in the mix., country, rap
Credits
Prompt by
BigGrizzly
BigGrizzlyModelAria v5.5
Prompt
Make a song with the words nature, camp fires, guns, jacked up trucks and country boys, rap
