Lyrics
[Intro]
Pull up to the box like we pros (yeah right)
Fresh glove, cheap clubs, crooked pose (okay)
Starter on the mic like, "Fellas, keep pace"
We still on hole one, beer four, no grace
[Verse 1]
First swing, big slice to the condos
Second swing, divot like a pothole
Third swing, whiff—crowd goes loco
Whole squad laughin' in a beer-soaked photo
Cart path rally, cooler full of tall cans
Line up putts, shaky like a small band
Trash talk louder than the geese in the marsh
Scorecard lookin' like a math class farce
Lost ball count? Man, pick a big number
Every tee shot takin' long naps in the bunker
Dress like the tour, game like the kids
Only thing straight is the hat on our lids
[Chorus]
We the shank squad, swingin' like it's payday (hey!)
Lose three balls every single fairway
Hook it to the trees, slice it to the houses
Still toast up, laughin' on the couches
We the shank squad, never break par
Only thing we drive is the drinkin' cart far
If we touch grass, yeah, that’s good luck
Golf game trash, but we don’t give a—(what!)
[Verse 2]
Buddy on the tee doin' practice TikTok
Club head wobbly, grip like a Ziploc
He say "watch this"—we all duck quick
Ball dribble five feet, that’s the highlight clip
Another friend flex with the brand new wedge
First shot air-mail over every hedge
Ball in the parking lot, set off alarms
He just bows twice, actin' like it's charm
We bet ten bucks on the longest drive
Winner is the one who keeps it inside
The short grass, maybe, just this once
Nah—splash zone, everybody flunks
End of the day, count cans, not strokes
Tab look serious, swings all jokes
Score so high, gotta round down twice
Photo on the green, life feel nice
[Chorus]
We the shank squad, swingin' like it's payday (hey!)
Lose three balls every single fairway
Hook it to the trees, slice it to the houses
Still toast up, laughin' on the couches
We the shank squad, never break par
Only thing we drive is the drinkin' cart far
If we touch grass, yeah, that’s good luck
Golf game trash, but we don’t give a—(what!)
[Bridge]
To the left, to the right, into every yard (every yard)
We keep swingin', keep grinnin', make the game ours (game ours)
Raise that cup for the ugly shot
Bad at golf, good times on lock (on lock)
[Chorus]
We the shank squad, swingin' like it's payday (hey!)
Lose three balls every single fairway
Hook it to the trees, slice it to the houses
Still toast up, laughin' on the couches
We the shank squad, never break par
Only thing we drive is the drinkin' cart far
If we touch grass, yeah, that’s good luck
Golf game trash, but we don’t give a—(what!)
Style
rapupbeat 90s boom-bap over bright jazz piano loops and horn stabsswung drums with crispy snareswarm electric bass walking under the groove. male vocals with playfulanimated delivery; stacked crew shouts on the hook. occasional dj-style cuts between linestrack builds energy into the chorus then drops back for storytelling verses.jazzhip hop
Prompt
90s hip hop upbeat jazz vibe about buddies betting of golf even though they suck and mostly drink beers and heckle each other. They are all bad at golf and lose more balls than they hit fairways
Credits
Prompt by
FletcherCole
FletcherColeGeneratedMar 18, 2026
ModelAria v5
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