[Intro]
Eighties baby
Still too wavy
Backblock raised me
You can't play me (uh)
[Verse 1]
Gold hoops, lip gloss, big hair era
Came up watching hustlers in the side-view mirror
Southside shorty, learned to walk on the yellow line
Talk back once, now they scared of the little mine
Flip that, big bag, talk cash, did that
Project hallway, boom box, big slap
Old school Chevy, new school problem
Whole hood know if I want it, I got it (got it)
[Chorus]
I'm a hype girl, born in the 80's
Still outside where it’s grimy and crazy
Hands on my knees, but I still swing elbows
Block too hot, but my neck stay froze
I’m a hype girl, raised in the gutter
Talk my talk, make the whole crowd stutter
You can feel my name when the trunk go bang
From the red dirt roads to the four-lane (hey!)
[Verse 2]
Desert sun burn, but my heart still ice cold
Tat on my thigh say “break that mold”
Ride past cactus, speakers on massacre
Phone full of trappers, queens and ambassadors
Real ones dap me, fake ones panic
I just laugh, lil’ baby, that’s standard
Skin like caramel, mind like a bandit
Turn any lil’ stage to a whole state anthem (woah)
[Chorus]
I'm a hype girl, born in the 80's
Still outside where it’s grimy and crazy
Hands on my knees, but I still swing elbows
Block too hot, but my neck stay froze
I’m a hype girl, raised in the gutter
Talk my talk, make the whole crowd stutter
You can feel my name when the trunk go bang
From the red dirt roads to the four-lane (let’s go)
[Bridge]
From the front porch fights
To the late-night dice
I paid that price
Now my name shine bright
If you ain’t from my side
Better act polite
‘Cause a lady like me
Turn calm to hype (hype, hype)