A cowboy on horseback rides through a sunlit arena at golden hour, casting a dramatic silhouette against the bright sky. The scene feels warm, nostalgic, and proudly rural. Bold Western-style text in deep brown reads “Iron Off The Tee” across the center, with “Ledge Golf” below. A subtle crest logo floats above the rider’s head, tying golf and country together in a gritty, tongue-in-cheek tribute to playing it safe off the tee.
Iron Off The Tee by Ledge Golf
King of the 3 Putt by Ledge Golf
Stuck in the Sand by Ledge Golf
A vast desert of soft, rippling sand dunes stretches into the distance under a hazy sunrise. At the center, bold white text reads “Stuck In The Sand,” with “Ledge Golf” written below in smaller font. A golf-themed crest logo sits above the title, giving the image a playful yet dramatic tone that reflects the song’s bunker-blasted frustration.

King of the 3 Putt by Ledge Golf

King of the 3 Putt is a feral blend of pop rap and pop punk that explodes with the energy of a short-tempered 18th green meltdown.
A dramatic sunset sky filled with fiery red, orange, and purple clouds stretches across the image, silhouetting a row of dark pine trees at the bottom. In the center, bold, distressed white text reads “KING OF THE 3 PUTT,” with a small golf-style crest above and “LEDGE GOLF” below. The design captures the chaotic, high-energy feel of the song while blending pop-punk grit with nature’s intensity.

King of the 3 Putt (Listen on Spotify) is a feral blend of pop rap and pop punk that explodes with the energy of a short-tempered 18th green meltdown. Where Top It grinds in grime and Iron Off The Tee moseys through country calm, this track goes full tilt—screaming, cussing, and laughing straight through every missed putt.

Some songs are made for champions.
This one’s made for chucking your putter into a lake.

It’s the soundtrack of knee-trembling birdie attempts that spiral into double bogeys. The raw panic of a four-footer. The existential crisis of your brand new LAB putter doing nothing to help. It’s sweaty, unfiltered, and painfully relatable.

If you’ve ever said “one-putt for par” and walked away with a snowman on the card, this song was written for (and about) you.

Lyrics – King of the 3 Putt by Ledge Golf

1 putt, 2 putt, 3 putt, 4.
Knees are shaking over the ball.
How do I get this thing in the hole?!
Goddamn motherfucker, can’t putt at all.

I’m like Scotty from the tee box, the fairway I don’t miss.
But hand me a putter and my game goes to shit.
It spins around the hole, I hate when it lips.
Tried lining up my ball, it can SUCK MY DICK.

I can’t read the greens, at best it’s a guess.
I upgraded my putter, this LAB is a mess.
I need a MIN WOO lesson, I love Asian shit.
I can’t read Chinese but it’s gotta be easier than this!

I can’t putt for shit
I can’t putt for shit
I can’t putt for shit
Keep on laughin’ it up, I’m the king of the 3 putt.

1 putt, 2 putt, 3 putt, 4.
My knees are shaking over the ball.
How fuck do I get this thing in the hole?!
Goddamn motherfucker, can’t putt at all.

FUCK, FUCK, FUCK.
I’m the king of the 3 putt.

FUCK, FUCK, FUCK.
I’m the king of the 3 putt.

I’m putting for a birdie, then I’m scrambling for 6.
Sometimes I putt it off the green, fuck me I’m dogshit.

Looking to make a deal but my friends won’t fall for that.
Could be time to give my wife the broomstick back.

My putting’s dogshit, I can’t putt for shit.
Keep on laughin’ it up’, I’m the king of the 3 putt.

FUCK, FUCK, FUCK.
I’m the king of the 3 putt.

FUCK, FUCK, FUCK.
I’m the king of the 3 putt.

Fan Feedback

This one’s got big ‘break your putter over your knee’ energy – @doublebogeyboys

Pop-punk rage + golf shame = masterpiece – @fairwayfreakout

Blasted this in the cart and three-putted the next hole. No notes – @greensidegrinder

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