Lyrics
[Intro]
Boots on the dirt
Flag in the sky
You don’t like this place?
Then ask me why
[Verse 1]
Small town kid
Built tough, raised proud
Mama said “stand firm
Don’t back down to loud”
Got scars on my hands
From that dawn shift grind
You can read my story
In this jawline
You run your mouth
On what you think we about
But talk is cheap
Till it’s time to count
[Chorus]
You wanna run that lip?
(Fuck around and find out)
Actin’ like this land ain’t it?
(Fuck around and find out)
We pray, we work, we fight, we shout
You test that heartland?
Fuck around and find out
We got stars, stripes, boots in the red clay
Hands on our hearts, we don’t play
You can talk slick from a safe little hideout
But cross that line
Fuck around and find out
[Verse 2]
Got vets at the bar
With a far-off stare
Left more than blood
On the sand out there
You flip that bird
At the flag they folded
They still carried yours
When the air got smokin’
You hate this place?
Then why you stay?
We built these roads
You use every day
[Chorus]
You wanna run that lip?
(Fuck around and find out)
Actin’ like this land ain’t it?
(Fuck around and find out)
We pray, we work, we fight, we shout
You test that heartland?
Fuck around and find out
We got stars, stripes, boots in the red clay
Hands on our hearts, we don’t play
You can talk slick from a safe little hideout
But cross that line
Fuck around and find out
[Bridge]
I got kin in the ground
That I still salute
Got kids in the backseat
Learnin’ the truth
We don’t bow
We don’t break
We bend our knees
For the Good Lord’s sake
[Chorus]
You wanna run that lip?
(Fuck around and find out)
Actin’ like this land ain’t it?
(Fuck around and find out)
We pray, we work, we fight, we shout
You test that heartland?
Fuck around and find out
We got stars, stripes, boots in the red clay
Hands on our hearts, we don’t play
You can talk slick from a safe little hideout
But cross that line
Fuck around and find out
Style
rapswaggering patriotic country-rap anthemmale vocals. big arena-ready drums and trap hats over twangy electric guitars and stomping boots. verses lean on tightpercussive bars; chorus opens wide with gang shouts and harmonieshuge low-end and crowd-ready call-and-response. occasional fiddle and banjo riffs answering vocal linesfinal chorus stacked with ad-libs and ad-libbed shout-outs.country
Prompt
Fuck around and find out, patriotic country rap , anthem
Credits
Prompt bythunder_road_rebels
GeneratedJan 25, 2026
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