Lyrics
[Intro]
Pull up to the course
Sun up, still yawning
Cart full of trouble
Bad swings, good morning (hey!)
[Verse 1]
Got a tee time, fifteen deep
Fresh shoes, fresh hat, broke swing, cheap
First drive? slice city, right into the trees
Walking off the box like "yeah, felt clean" (nah)
Chunk that iron, dig a trench in the fairway
Divot flying farther than the ball went, sideways
Three whiffs, one top, ego on E
But we talking like the tour gon’ call this week
Whole squad fanning out, searching in the rough
Found five random, not ours, good enough
Cooler in the cart, that’s the real pro move
Take a sip, take a swing, lose another groove
[Chorus]
We some weekend legends on the green (on the green)
Slice, chunk, three-putt, routine (yeah)
Can’t hit straight but we still bet big
Closest to the pin on a par three hill
We some weekend legends on the grass (on the grass)
Losing every ball, never losing our laughs
Scorecard wrecked, but the vibe on ten
We suck at golf, but we’ll run it back again (one more time)
[Verse 2]
Side bets flying on every hole
“You won’t clear that pond,” there it go—splash, cold
Five bucks, ten bucks, lunch on the line
Double-or-nothing, whole wallet in decline
Practice swing smooth like a highlight reel
Then the real one? shank, toe, heel
Lay up short, blade long, bunker vacation
Sand in the shoes, swear it's “course renovation”
Three-putt city on a flat six-footer
Lip out, tap in, talk smack, big sugar
We ain’t here for the trophies or stats on a screen
We here for bad jokes, cold drinks, and the team
[Chorus]
We some weekend legends on the green (on the green)
Slice, chunk, three-putt, routine (routine)
Can’t hit straight but we still bet big
Closest to the pin on a par three hill
We some weekend legends on the grass (on the grass)
Losing every ball, never losing our laughs
Scorecard wrecked, but the vibe on ten
We suck at golf, but we’ll run it back again (run it back)
[Bridge]
Last hole, sun low, pockets all light
Double down anyway, “this the shot of my life”
Ball hooks left, right back to the trees
Still calling it “practice,” grab another drink, please (oh yeah)
[Chorus]
We some weekend legends on the green (on the green)
Slice, chunk, three-putt, routine
Can’t hit straight but we still bet big
Closest to the pin on a par three hill
We some weekend legends on the grass (on the grass)
Losing every ball, never losing our laughs
Scorecard trash, but the story stay grand
We suck at golf, but we the kings of the plans
Style
rapbouncy 90s boom-bap with crisp drumsround basslineand chopped jazz piano loop. male vocals in a storytelling pocketplayful and cocky. hook brings stacked gang chantscall-and-response ad-libsand big room energy. verses stay tight and humorous; last chorus adds extra harmonies and crowd noise for a rowdybeer-soaked finish.hip hop
Prompt
90s style hip hop rap about buddies that golf but suck. Slice drives, chunk irons, 3 putt greens, spend most of the time finding balls and drinking beers but bet on everything like closest to pin.
Credits
Prompt by
FletcherCole
FletcherColeGeneratedMar 18, 2026
ModelAria v5
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