

Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Got rust on the door Got mud on the mirrors But she still fires up Loud in my rearview [Verse 1] Old white Chevy ’97 paint still flakin’ Bench seat ripped Cold beer temptation Two-lane blacktop Turned brown in the rain Got them big mud tires Throwin’ dirt on my name Tailgate dented From a Friday night fight Still hauls my pride From the day to the night Country boy pockets Rap dreams on my mind But that old V8 Keepin’ me in my prime (yeah) [Chorus] My old white ’97 Chevy Big mud tires sittin’ heavy Kickin’ up clay, heart stay ready She ain’t pretty but she ride so steady Windows down, whole town can hear me Bass too loud, but the Lord still near me If you lookin’ for me, come and get me I’ll be ridin’ in that old white Chevy [Verse 2] Got a dog in the back Girl in the front Sticker on the glass Say “Raised in the rough” Gas gauge broke So we roll by faith Prayin’ that the fumes Get us back to the place Where the creek run red With that Georgia dirt Got a Bible on the dash Got a stain on my shirt From that first cold sip When the sun went down Every scratch on this truck Got a story in the sound (yeah) [Chorus] My old white ’97 Chevy Big mud tires sittin’ heavy Kickin’ up clay, heart stay ready She ain’t pretty but she ride so steady Windows down, whole town can hear me Bass too loud, but the Lord still near me If you lookin’ for me, come and get me I’ll be ridin’ in that old white Chevy [Bridge] From the backroad dust To the Walmart lights Hit the back lot Spin circles all night (skrrt) Ain’t rich, but this My throne on wheels That cracked-up dash Know how I feel (uh) [Chorus] My old white ’97 Chevy Big mud tires sittin’ heavy Kickin’ up clay, heart stay ready She ain’t pretty but she ride so steady Windows down, whole town can hear me Bass too loud, but the Lord still near me If you lookin’ for me, come and get me I’ll be ridin’ in that old white Chevy (yeah) I’ll be ridin’ in that old white Chevy
Tags
rap, Country-rap crossover with male vocals; twangy acoustic riff over a head-nodding trap groove, fat sub and tight snares. Verses ride a swaggering half-time bounce with slide guitar flourishes; chorus opens up with stacked gang vocals, stomps and claps, and a singalong hook. Subtle fiddle lines weave through the bridge, final chorus adds ad-libs and extra harmonies for a rowdy, festival-ready finish., country
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3/13/2026