[Intro – funky synth riff, smooth talkin'] Yeah… Y’all know what time it is Swamp vibes… blue skies… New king in the pocket — DJ [Verse 1 – smooth Dre-style bars] From Texas to Gator turf, he slid like oil Now he sizzle in the Swamp, makin’ defenders boil Snap count low, chin strap locked Eyes read zones like a Wall Street stock Boom — he gone, that pocket too chill Throw got drip like a coupe on wheels Whole crowd lean when he step on grass #2 on the back but he built first class [Ad-libs: “Yessir… that boy got that glide.”] Took that field like he wrote the script Saw the blitz, then he floated it, flipped Calm in the storm, Gator God in cleats Even refs know — “Don’t blink when he beats.” [Chorus – Snoop-style melody + vocal bounce] Swamp bounce, baby, DJ slide He don’t run — he *glide* with pride Blue and orange like the sun gon’ rise And when he throw, whole field gets quiet Yeah — Swamp bounce, roll that beat New QB with the soul and heat He don’t dance, but he groove that read Lagway boy, just born elite [Verse 2 – tight rhyme, classic Dre drums] He don’t chase clout — he chase that win Got the Swamp on tilt every time he spin Defense panic like “who’s that dude?” It’s DJ, baby, got ice in his mood See the drip? That ain’t fashion — that’s game See the throw? That ain’t luck — that’s flame Freshman body, OG poise He don’t yell, he don’t flex — just *destroys* [Bridge – talkbox adlib fx over beat] (Gator boy, ride out... ride out...) (They ain’t ready for that Swamp life…) [Chorus – repeat, add west coast whistle lead] Swamp bounce, baby, DJ slide He don’t run — he *glide* with pride Blue and orange like the sun gon’ rise And when he throw, whole field gets quiet Yeah — Swamp bounce, roll that beat New QB with the soul and heat He don’t dance, but he groove that read Lagway boy, just born elite [Outro – funky breakdown] Ayy, DJ... Keep doin’ what you do Swamp kings move different And you just wrote chapter two.
