Lyrics
[Intro]
Pull up to the clubhouse, cooler on wheels
Cart path packed, yeah we know the deal
Scorecard blank, but the talk real loud
We ain’t good at this game, but we sure draw a crowd (haha)
[Verse 1]
First tee box, yeah I’m feelin’ like a pro (yeah)
Practice swing clean, then I top it off the toe
Ball dribblin’ forty, but I’m talkin’ like a boss
“My short game nasty” — yeah, nasty at a loss
Buddy steps up, waggles like he on tour
Slices so hard, he in somebody’s backyard
We all yell “FORE” then we crack a cold can
If skill don’t show up, at least this buzz can
[Chorus]
We just shankin’ with the boys, ice-cold in the cart (hey!)
Laughin’ at the hooks and the shots off the bark
Diggin’ through the pine for a ball that we lost
Trash talk heavy, yeah we pay that cost
We ain’t keepin’ clean cards, just keepin’ beers cold
Missin’ every fairway like that’s part of the code
If bad golf’s wrong, we don’t wanna be right
Shankin’ with the boys ’til they cut off the lights (shankin’ with the boys)
[Verse 2]
Walkin’ in the woods like a weekend hike
Three deep in the brush, “Yo, whose ball’s this like?”
“I think that’s you, bro” — “Nah, mine went left”
“Left of this?” — “Man, your aim suspect”
Pants full of burrs, shoes full of dirt
Tryna punch one out, end up deeper, it hurt
We keep count wrong, add strokes, then forget
By the turn we just tally how many beers we get (cheers)
[Chorus]
We just shankin’ with the boys, ice-cold in the cart (woo)
Laughin’ at the hooks and the shots off the bark
Diggin’ through the pine for a ball that we lost
Trash talk heavy, yeah we pay that cost
We ain’t keepin’ clean cards, just keepin’ beers cold
Missin’ every fairway like that’s part of the code
If bad golf’s wrong, we don’t wanna be right
Shankin’ with the boys ’til they cut off the lights
[Bridge]
You chunk it, we roast it (roast!)
You top it, we toast it (cheers!)
You four-putt, we post it in the group chat, clownin’ your name
But end of the round, it’s the same old thing
Arms on shoulders, stumblin’ to the ride
Sunburned, thirsty, but the laughs still alive
[Chorus]
We just shankin’ with the boys, ice-cold in the cart
Laughin’ at the hooks and the shots off the bark
Diggin’ through the pine for a ball that we lost
Trash talk heavy, yeah we pay that cost
We ain’t keepin’ clean cards, just keepin’ beers cold
Missin’ every fairway like that’s part of the code
If bad golf’s wrong, we don’t wanna be right
Shankin’ with the boys ’til the Saturday night (shankin’ with the boys)
Style
rapboom-bap 90s rap cypher energy over dusty chopped piano and fatround bass. tighthead-nod drums with crispy snares and quick dj cuts on the hook. call-and-response ad-libsstacked male vocals on the chorusplayful ad-libs sprinkled in verses. light crowd-room reverb so it feels like a sunny weekend hang.
Prompt
Lets make a 90s ish rap song about drinking beers playing golf and missing fairways looking for balls in the woods and having a good time with friends while giving each other crap about how bad we are
Credits
Prompt by
FletcherCole
FletcherColeGeneratedMar 18, 2026
ModelAria v5
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