[Intro] [low growl] Big Robb Big Robb From the rusted rows of tin and tar He walks out grinning with a mason jar [Verse 1] Suncoast trailer hood Dead grass Busted wood Plastic chairs Pitbull chains Ashtrays drowning in the summer rain He’s the shadow at the screen door Knock three times Red beard Inked fists Bloodshot eyes Got a backpack full of midnight green Every exhale turns the sky obscene [Chorus] BIG ROBB THE THC PLUG OF SUNCOAST TRAILER HOOD [gang vocals] ROBB! ROBB! ROBB! He’ll make your lungs burn Crawl like you never thought you could BIG ROBB FAT CLOUD KING OF THE RUSTED ROWS From the gravel to the gutter Everybody knows BIG ROBB THE THC PLUG OF SUNCOAST TRAILER HOOD [Verse 2] He’s got jars in the freezer next to frozen fries Labelled “don’t touch” in shaky knife-scratch lines Old couch throne in a single-wide lair Resin on the blinds Sweet smoke in the air County cops creep slow past the busted fence They smell that skunk Feel the violence in the dense He just laughs Packs bowls for the whole damn block Trailer park baptisms in a swirling fog [Chorus] [Bridge] [inhuman gutturals Half-time slam] Gravel crunch Steel-toe stomp Hear the lighter click—then your heartbeat drops Neighbors cough Praise his name Suncoast saints in a haze of flame BIG ROBB! [breakdown] BIG ROBB! [Chorus]
