Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Born in the eighties Raised in the heat Sand in my sneakers Gold on my teeth (hey!) [Verse 1] I was born where the road look rust Sun so mean that it peel that truck Grill so bright, make the shade look crushed OG auntie say “baby, that’s us” Candy paint dreams in a brown Chevette Whole hood prayed that we dodge that debt Mama had curlers and a cigarette laugh Pop in the dash, make the whole seat clap Snapback tilt, big hoop swing Got a walk like I own this thing Never learned soft, only learned tough Turn a side-eye stare to a line-up (what?) [Chorus] Eighties baby, desert crazy Hot air, hair big, attitude wavy Strip-mall queen, turned block lil’ lady Whole clique loud, whole crew shady Eighties baby, talk slick, move lazy All that sweat made the hustle look gravy Hands to the sky, if you grew up faded Eighties baby, eighties baby [Verse 2] House party jump in a single-wide spot Fried food steam and the floor too hot Cousin in the corner with the high-top fade I’m the girl in the middle make the whole room shake Double-cup lip stain, nails on ten Phone full of fines, call ‘em “remember when” I ain’t from the snow, I’m from dust and flame Where the tire marks spell out your last name Talk that talk, but you never outside I was fryin’ in the lot when the paint got fried Whole crew grown from the concrete cracks Turn a shy-town boy to a desert maniac (ayy) [Chorus] Eighties baby, desert crazy Hot air, hair big, attitude wavy Strip-mall queen, turned block lil’ lady Whole clique loud, whole crew shady Eighties baby, talk slick, move lazy All that sweat made the hustle look gravy Hands to the sky, if you grew up faded Eighties baby, eighties baby [Bridge] If you know, then you know that burn Skin turn bronze when the streetlights turn Still that kid with the boom in the back Still that girl make the whole spot clap (clap, clap) [Chorus] Eighties baby, desert crazy Hot air, hair big, attitude wavy Strip-mall queen, turned block lil’ lady Whole clique loud, whole crew shady Eighties baby, talk slick, move lazy All that sweat made the hustle look gravy Hands to the sky, if you grew up faded Eighties baby, eighties baby
Tags
rap, Aggressive Southern trap/drill hybrid with female vocals; distorted 808s, rattling hi-hats, eerie phonk-style samples. Verses ride a swung pocket with sharp ad-libs and stacked gang shouts; hook explodes into chanty bounce energy, big low-end and clap-heavy groove. Occasional tape-stop drops and DJ-style chops to hype the “80s baby” moments., drill, crunk, bounce
Duration
2:20
Instrumental
No
Created
3/6/2026