Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Snow boots on the dash Mud on the floorboards, ass in the back North wind talkin' that shit so loud Come to Peg City, fuck around and find out (yeah) [Verse 1] I’m from that “where the hell is that” Cold as my heart when I’m countin’ that stack Forks side, St. B, whole map tatted Name on my knuckles, whole crew bad-mannered Cheap beer, full clip, backroad burnout Talk slick? Get your pretty teeth churned out Ice on the road and my veins, no doubt This ain’t your cute lil’ trip to the crowd, bitch [Chorus] Come to Peg City, fuck around and find out Talk big talk, we gon’ shut that mouth From the North End blocks to the South-side route Come to Peg City, fuck around and find out (hey!) Come to Peg City, fuck around and find out Hit that wrong bar, they gon’ air you out You ain’t built for the cold or the way we shout Come to Peg City, fuck around and find out [Verse 2] Prairie boy truck with the ass-end lifted Seat laid back, got your girl all twisted Country boy drawl but the slang so vicious Say grace, then cuss like God ain’t listenin’ Portage at midnight, fists in the frost Say one wrong word, that chain get tossed Bar fight ballet, boots to the jaw Judge in the mornin’, still smellin’ like y’all We don’t play nice, we don’t do sweet We do uppers, downers, late-night beef If you flash too hard, that shit get taxed Out here “where you from” is a fuckin’ contract [Chorus] Come to Peg City, fuck around and find out Talk big talk, we gon’ shut that mouth From the North End blocks to the South-side route Come to Peg City, fuck around and find out (yeah) Come to Peg City, fuck around and find out Hit that wrong bar, they gon’ air you out You ain’t built for the cold or the way we shout Come to Peg City, fuck around and find out [Bridge] [Beat drops, just claps and bass] Say you hard? Then pull up, bitch See that yard? That’s where lames get ditched We don’t bark We just pull that switch Pray to God We don’t lose that grip (hoo!) [Chorus] Come to Peg City, fuck around and find out Talk big talk, we gon’ shut that mouth From the North End blocks to the South-side route Come to Peg City, fuck around and find out Come to Peg City, fuck around and find out (yeah) Hit that wrong bar, they gon’ air you out You ain’t built for the cold or the way we shout Come to Peg City, fuck around and find out (fuck around and find out)
Tags
rap, Hard country trap beat with distorted 808s and twangy Telecaster riffs, male vocals. Verse starts tight and menacing, half-spoken flow riding the pocket; hook explodes with stacked gang vocals and stomping four-on-the-floor kick. Sub-bass growl and dobro licks trade off in the turnarounds, with a short, stripped-down bridge where the beat drops to claps and bass then slams back in for the final chorus., country
Duration
2:44
Instrumental
No
Created
3/31/2026