[intro – hard 808 + snare, voiceover swag] (*click*) Yeah, uh… I see three big bodies runnin’ routes like Ferraris, boy… Swamp tight ends? Chain gang. [verse 1 – punchy flow, nonstop bounce] Hayden block hard like a semi-truck (skrrt), Then he slip out clean — now the seam get stuck. Tony got wheels like a Benz on dash, He fake inside, cut out, then flash. Amir got bounce, that seven look smooth, Linebacker froze, don't know what to do. They big, they fast, they nasty with hands, Florida Swamp turn boys to men. [hook – chantable, hype] Chain gang T E's, who you gon’ stop? (Nah!) Line up three and we blow off top! (Boom!) Snap that ball, then the block get set, T E's on go, better place that bet! Chain gang! (TEs!) Chain gang! (TEs!) Swamp boys eat like Gators on feast! (Skrrt!) [verse 2 – faster, more savage] Tony in motion, that boy too slick, He chip then dip, then catch that quick. Hayden don’t flinch, just crush that blitz, Then slide in the zone like a cheat code glitch. Jackson up high, throw jump balls wild, He go get that, like it owe him child. Red zone lock — they the ones you call, Three T E’s and they built for brawls. [bridge – ad-libs + flex bars] Uh, big body, big route, big chip, huh, Gator gear clean with the blue drip, uh. Catch in traffic, pads pop, still grip, Swamp bred T E’s — real deal, no script. [hook – final, crowd energy] Chain gang T E's, who you gon’ stop? (What!) Line up three and we blow off top! (Boom!) Snap that ball, then the block get set, T E's on go, better place that bet! Chain gang! (TEs!) Chain gang! (TEs!) Gators on fire, better call that ref! [outro – beat rides out with whistle + crowd sounds] T E’s wildin’ in the Swamp... Don’t blink.
