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Lyrics
[Verse]
Gulf Coast grit, boots in the sand
Ragdoll cats, two kings of the land
Fur so slick, they purr with a plan
Chasing shrimp tails, not giving a damn
Claw marks on maps, paws on the trail
From bayou to rain, Gulf to Seattle sail
One cowboy leads, or so it seems
But it’s the cats who run his wildest dreams
[Chorus]
Ragdoll outlaws, tails in the breeze
Running these lands like they own the seas
Who’s the boss? Man, it’s hard to tell
Cowboy or cats, they raise some hell
[Verse 2]
One named Trouble, eyes cold steel
The other’s Whiskey, smooth but real
They swagger through towns, never pay the bill
Stealing fish fries, leaving chaos to spill
Cowboy yells, "Y’all come back here!"
Trouble smirks, Whiskey disappears
Boots hit the dirt, but the chase ain’t fair
It’s a feline world, and he’s just a spare
[Chorus]
Ragdoll outlaws, tails in the breeze
Running these lands like they own the seas
Who’s the boss? Man, it’s hard to tell
Cowboy or cats, they raise some hell
Details
GeneratedNov 30, 2025
Duration1:30
LanguageEnglish
Style
gritty acoustic with slide guitar and a bouncy kick drum; male vocals, rap, bluesy, blues, country rap, country
Credits
Prompt by
GulfCoastCowboy
GulfCoastCowboyModelAria v5
Prompt
Funny inspiration country rap, blues, male. A song about 2 notorious, ragdoll cats running the lands Gulf Coast to Seattle, with the Gulf Coast cowboy leading the pack or is it the cat
