

Prompt / 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
Tags
rap, Bouncy 90s boom-bap with crisp drums, round bassline, and chopped jazz piano loop. Male vocals in a storytelling pocket, playful and cocky. Hook brings stacked gang chants, call-and-response ad-libs, and big room energy. Verses stay tight and humorous; last chorus adds extra harmonies and crowd noise for a rowdy, beer-soaked finish., hip hop
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3/18/2026