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Lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah
Backroad bandit
(uh)
Talk that shit, boy
[Chorus]
I’m a backroad bandit, talk big shit
Mud on my boots, got a mean-ass grit
Truck too loud, whole town get lit
If you don’t like cussin’, you can suck my—
Backroad bandit, wrong one to test
Hat low, chain on, middle finger to the rest
Whole crew rowdy, we a goddamn mess
If you feel this vibe, scream “fuck that stress”
[Verse 1]
Got a dip in my lip, bad bitch in the cab
She don’t even like rap, but she love when I brag
“Boy you talk too dirty” — yeah, that’s my bag
Turned Sunday service to a redneck stag
I got raised on church, then I learned them sins
Now I pray for the day that the check roll in
Say “bless your heart” then I cuss yo’ kin
I’m the shit-talk king with a whiskey grin
Dust on the dash, but the speakers slammin
Sheriff ride past, I’m still out here jammin
He say "slow down" — kiss my ass, I’m laughin
Small-town boy with a big-mouth cannon
[Chorus]
I’m a backroad bandit, talk big shit
Mud on my boots, got a mean-ass grit
Truck too loud, whole town get lit
If you don’t like cussin’, you can suck my—
Backroad bandit, wrong one to test
Hat low, chain on, middle finger to the rest
Whole crew rowdy, we a goddamn mess
If you feel this vibe, scream “fuck that stress”
[Verse 2]
I say “hell yeah” more than I say “hi”
If you mad ‘bout words, you can step outside
Got a foul-ass mouth and I stand on that
If the label want it clean, they can kiss my tat
I’m the porch-swing poet with a bar fight tongue
Put a line in your face like a barcode run
Got your girl in the cut yellin “that’s my song”
While you mad in the corner with your arms all crossed
I don’t fake one thing, don’t bleep no curse
If it hurts your feels, then I’ll make it worse
I was broke in the sticks tryna flip that dirt
Now I flex in the field like I own this earth
[Chorus]
I’m a backroad bandit, talk big shit
Mud on my boots, got a mean-ass grit
Truck too loud, whole town get lit
If you don’t like cussin’, you can suck my—
Backroad bandit, wrong one to test
Hat low, chain on, middle finger to the rest
Whole crew rowdy, we a goddamn mess
If you feel this vibe, scream “fuck that stress”
Details
GeneratedJan 27, 2026
Duration2:27
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Country-trap beat blending twangy banjo chops with booming 808s and crisp hi-hats; male vocals sliding between laid-back drawl and aggressive double-time rap. Hook explodes with stacked gang vocals and wide stereo ad-libs, verses ride a stripped pocket that lets the punchlines land. Sub-bass hits heavy on the chorus drops, with occasional tape-stop FX to spotlight key lines., country
Credits
Prompt byBigDeac
ModelAria v5
Prompt
Country, trap, lots of swearing, catchy hook, rap
