[The Intro]
[(Sound of heavy rain. A low, distorted 808 pulse kicks in like a heartbeat. The sound of gravel crunching under tires, followed by a heavy truck door slamming shut.)]
[OG Bone (Deep, Gritty)]: 903... 580... you’re on the bridge now.
[OG Bone (Cold & Direct)]: You crossed the line... now you gotta deal with the Wicked.
(Distorted Echo)]: Wicked thangs... we don't just run the border... we own the mud.
[(Ice Cold)]: Checkmate.
[(A metallic 'clink' sound effect—Verse 1 drops heavy)]
[Verse 1]
Where the Red River rolls, twisted just like me
A 903 outlaw, fuck a fucking pedigree!
I’m deep in the bottoms of Texoma where the demons like to hide
With a 580 hitter ridin’ shotty by my side.
From the Sherman concrete to the Durant hotties
That Red River mud is where we bury the bodies!
[Chorus]
From the dirt to the crown, yeah, we’re back on the map
Underground rhythm with a that Red Dirt trap
Borderline legends, yeah, we’re runnin’ the game
Kings of the mud, dishing out the muthafuckin’ pain!
From the Red to the Blue River, we’re claimin’ the throne
With Hatchet nation fever and the man OG Bone!
[Verse 2]
Yeah, the word is out, the rumors are loud
Like a 580 storm breakin' through the fucking clouds!
We ain't in the grave yet, but we're claimin' the turf
Showin' every motherfucker what Texoma is worth!
Got OG Bone watchin' how the pieces move
Waitin' on the checkmate, nothing left to prove.
We're the kings of the bridge, we’re the ghosts in the rain
Bringin' Texoma, the Wicked and the Pain!
[Bridge]
From the Lonestar to the Boomer Sooner State,
Crossing that line, you just sealed your fate.
It’s a long way down to the river bed,
Secrets stay hid, and the bodies stay dead.
It ain’t a game when the king is in the room,
Just a cold-blooded killer and your own certain doom!
[Final Chorus]
From the dirt to the crown, yeah, we’re back on the map
Underground rhythm with a that Red Dirt trap
Borderline legends, yeah, we’re runnin’ the game
Kings of the mud, dishing out the muthafuckin’ pain!
From the Red to the Blue River, we’re claimin’ the throne
With Hatchet nation fever and the man OG Bone!
[Outro]
(Bass slows to a heartbeat throb)
903... 580...
Wicked People stay winnin'...
Hatchet Nation in the building.
Secrets stay hid...
Bodies stay dead...
Checkmate.
