ToP iT (Listen on Spotify) blends the raw aggression of UK grime with the chaotic frustration of a hacker’s worst round. With its rapid-fire delivery, industrial beat, and no-filter lyrics, it channels the same energy you’d hear in a London back alley freestyle — except it’s aimed squarely at your long game. It’s part of Ledge Golf’s growing catalogue of chaos, alongside Iron Off The Tee — a country-slick anthem for the cautious — and Stuck in the Sand — a greased-up rock ’n’ roll meltdown from the bottom of the bunker.
Some songs are made for birdies.
This one’s made for breakdowns — and it’s spitting fury, grime-style.
It’s the sound of topped tee shots, torn-up turf, and internal rage bubbling over on the fairway. If you’ve ever wanted to punch your 7-iron, this is your anthem.
Lyrics – ToP iT by Ledge Golf
Top It.
It shouldn’t be hard to hit a ball, that’s stationary in place.
But when I step up to the tee box, I can’t seem to find the club face.
Me driver’s worth 1200 bucks, but I can’t get it in the air.
Motherfucker I’ve topped the ball again, what the fuck am I doing here?
Fuck me, I’ve topped it again, my ball’s living on the ground.
I’m trying to keep my head down, but I’m still topping it somehow.
I’ve topped it, I’ve chunked it, I’m tearing up the earth.
The grounds crew fuckin hates me now — I’m taking divots.
TOP IT, TOP IT, TOP IT, TOP IT, TOP IT SOME MORE
If I was any worse at golf, you’d think it was a war
TOP IT, TOP IT, TOP IT, TOP, I’VE TOPPED IT AGAIN
I’m just so fuckin’ shit at golf, somethings gotta be wrong in me head.
TOP IT, TOP IT, TOP IT, TOP IT, TOP IT, TOP IT.
TOP IT, TOP IT, TOP IT, TOP IT, TOP IT, TOP IT.
I’m just so fuckin’ shit at golf, somethings gotta be wrong in me head.
Fan feedback
This might be the realest golf song I’ve ever heard – @offthehosel
Deserves a Grammy. Or a Gimme – @4puttpirate
Hard AF. Fire in the Park – @sliceandice
