Prompt / 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!)
Tags
rap, Upbeat 90s boom-bap over bright jazz piano loops and horn stabs, swung drums with crispy snares, warm electric bass walking under the groove. Male vocals with playful, animated delivery; stacked crew shouts on the hook. Occasional DJ-style cuts between lines, track builds energy into the chorus then drops back for storytelling verses., jazz, hip hop
Duration
2:52
Instrumental
No
Created
3/18/2026