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[Intro]
Cruiser in the cut
Radar on the dash
Cross on the mirror
Badge on the glass (yeah)
[Verse 1]
Blue lights on that two-lane
Dust kick up, that red clay
Plate don’t match, that side state
Finger tap on that steel gate
Out-of-state van with the tarp sag
Nervous eyes, got a thin brag
Ask where they from, get a bent fact
Radio hum, “we gon’ send back”
Got folks stuffed in the back row
Heat, sweat, barely any airflow
“Step out slow, hands up, that’s right”
Saving lives while they cuss in the night
Doing paperwork till the sun up
Still pray grace when the meal come
Mama text “boy, keep your vest tight”
He just text back “I’ma do right”
[Chorus]
Good cops in Tennessee, they don’t play that
Catch a cold heart quick in a haystack
Snakes on the road, they gon’ face that
Drug loads, money traps, they erase that (yeah)
Good cops in Tennessee, they stay ten toes
Shine that badge like a halo in the brimstone
Evil in the dark, they gon’ chase that
Drug loads, money traps, they erase that (erase that)
[Verse 2]
Old barn sittin’ by the state line
Look quiet, but the crows in a straight line
Unmarked bills in a floorboard
Crate full of pills like a warlord
He pull up slow, lights stay dim
Hand on the light, little brim trim
Knock on the side, hear a faint thump
Somebody tied in the back slump
Kick door in, hear a man yell
Duct tape, rope, that cartel
Cut rope, breathe, “you safe, son”
“Got you now, we gon’ get this done”
Back road bust on a Friday
Small-town church got a choir day
They sing loud while he fill forms
Guardin’ folks through the quiet storms
[Chorus]
Good cops in Tennessee, they don’t play that
Catch a cold heart quick in a haystack
Snakes on the road, they gon’ face that
Drug loads, money traps, they erase that (yeah)
Good cops in Tennessee, they stay ten toes
Shine that badge like a halo in the brimstone
Evil in the dark, they gon’ chase that
Drug loads, money traps, they erase that (erase that)
Details
GeneratedJan 22, 2026
Duration2:32
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Modern trap beat with heavy sub bass and sharp hi-hats, eerie plucked synths and orchestral stabs. Verses ride a steady mid-tempo pocket, calm but menacing. Hook explodes with layered male vocals and octave doubles on the title line, ad-libs panned wide. Occasional riser sweeps into brief drops for emphasis on key punchlines, leaving pockets of space where the bass and vocal carry the weight.
Credits
Prompt bySolarBanger428
ModelAria v5
Prompt
A trap style rap with bass about good cops in Tennessee catching illegal aliens, criminals, drug loads and money traps
