Dirty Marsh

By Sladeboyy

Released on February 16, 2024

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[Chorus]

I came from that dirty marsh, like Marshall Evans

Cateye laid back, headlights pointed at the Heavens

I might drop the 35s, cop 6s and 7s

Had to stop to take a truck pic at 7/11

But I ain't never thrown a slushie at the windshield

I'm just way too smooth, I play it cool, just call me Rich Hill

My boys like to cut up, spin the pickup like a windmill

Bubba for the win and in the summer switch to big wheels, for real


[Verse 1]

She ain't never rode high, wanna hop in that's okay with me

Ask me if it's loud, girl, you'll know soon as I crank the key

Homemade, it exclusive, bae run mafia [?]

At a Thorp show, PH blastin' while I pay the fee

Cruisin' like I'm Mel, '05, 7 in a bowtie

2019 all thе youngins yellin' fo' times

Ridin' on the tirе, windows all black

I was just in the Bahamas, country thuggin' like I'm track

Aight, kill a beat, outline it in white chalk

I can mix the country talk with the truck talk

I been at it for a while, boy, don't play with me

[?] like I'm on sum' icy, I can make it skate like skis


[Chorus]

I came from that dirty marsh, like Marshall Evans

Cateye laid back, headlights pointed at the Heavens

I might drop the 35s, cop 6s and 7s

Had to stop to take a truck pic at 7/11

But, I ain't never thrown a slushie at the windshield

I'm just way too smooth, I play it cool, just call me Rich Hill

My boys like to cut up, spin the pickup like a windmill

Bubba for the win and in the summer switch to big wheels, for real


[Verse 2]

Ion care about foreigns, I need squarebodies and big blocks

I can't cop a rollie' 'cause I came up off of TikTok

Woo, boost the algorithm I been tryna trick it

Who am I? Sladeboyy with two y's, I told Gucci to kick it

Made 'em all mad 'cause I had altered suspension

You don't like it [?] just to up the tension

They was tryna give me money, tellin' me to go and fix it

Ahh, I get to it in a minute


[Chorus]

I came from that dirty marsh, like Marshall Evans

Cateye laid back, headlights pointed at the Heavens

I might drop the 35s, cop 6s and 7s

Had to stop to take a truck pic at 7/11

But I ain't never thrown a slushie at the windshield

I'm just way too smooth, I play it cool, just call me Rich Hill

My boys like to cut up, spin the pickup like a windmill

Bubba for the win and in the summer switch to big wheels, for real (For real)