Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Eighteen wheels on the shoulder line
Alabama sod in the moonless shine
Fresh-cut grass in a trailer bed
Cooler full of ice and a road half-dead
Left lane miles, I don’t move polite
CB quiet, just the diesel bite
Mud on the boots, grease on the hands
I make my money with a real work plan
[Pre-Chorus]
Don’t ask twice
Just check the load
Green gold stacked
Down the road
Real hands know
What real hands do
We keep that deal
And we push on through
[Chorus]
Real outlaws don’t talk
We just roll on
Haul that sod
And we get gone
I’m bad company
When the night gets cold
Bad company
With a heavy load
Real outlaws don’t talk
What we do, we do
I’m gone, I’m gone
Just me and the truth
[Verse 2]
Baton Rouge rain on the windshield glass
Catfish signs as the exits pass
Louisiana heat in the midnight air
Tires hum while the whole world stares
Boss man called, said “make it there”
I said “man, I’ve been there”
No big talk, no fancy grin
Just another run with the breath of sin
[Pre-Chorus]
Don’t ask twice
Just check the load
Green gold stacked
Down the road
Real hands know
What real hands do
We keep that deal
And we push on through
[Chorus]
Real outlaws don’t talk
We just roll on
Haul that sod
And we get gone
I’m bad company
When the night gets cold
Bad company
With a heavy load
Real outlaws don’t talk
What we do, we do
I’m gone, I’m gone
Just me and the truth
[Bridge]
If you see me pass
Better let it ride
Left lane legend
With the devil in stride
No badges, no brag
Just miles and steel
One more load
And I’m out of here
[Chorus]
Real outlaws don’t talk
We just roll on
Haul that sod
And we get gone
I’m bad company
When the night gets cold
Bad company
With a heavy load
Real outlaws don’t talk
What we do, we do
I’m gone, I’m gone
Just me and the truth
Style
country rap with a stomping half-time drum looppicked acoustic guitar and snare cracks; verse rides tight truck-stop storytellingpre-chorus opens with stacked chants and rising banjo figureschorus hits with a big sing-back hook and low harmony. gravelly lead vocal with doubled linesad-lib shouts on the hooktape-stop fillsharmonica flicks between phrasesbright punchy mix with a deep rolling low end.countryrap
Prompt
Country rap song about driving 18 wheelers hauling sod grass from Alabama to Louisiana in the left lane real outlaws don’t talk about what we do us real hands doing that deal I’m bad company I’m gone
Credits
Prompt bySoftTitan525
GeneratedJun 21, 2026
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