[Intro]
I remember in the '80s, me and pops would rock
In that 7-0 Chevy with the drops in slot
Use to pass me Pepsi-Cola while he drunk him a pint
Tippin' to the Southside, runnin' a light

[Verse 1]
I be deep in her bootyhole just like a wedgie
Murder on my mind, I be feelin' like Melly
I need me a belt 'cause my gun too heavy
Dr. Miami, I knock the fat right off his belly
Shoot him in his face, he lookin' like Fetty
Fuck Chuck E. Cheese, I can't fuck with rats, I'm at Mr. Gatti's
The yopper cuttin', look like a machete, they know that I'm deadly
I'm a ghetto boy who rap a lot, I'll slap a n***a over a parking spot
Like a caveman with some rocks, bang 'em together, I'm gon' spark it out
Peroxide, you can catch me in the cut
I been makin' these plays, down, set, hut
Fuckin' on a white bitch, I'ma make me some mutts
She be jackin' me off while she suckin' my nuts
I'll make that bitch put her face in the corner if she don't wanna change her mood
Fuck a double cup, I sip lean out the bottle, got me feelin' like Screw
My balls so big, they get baptized every time I sit to go poop
Bitch, I got a whole lot of guala inside of these pockets, why you think my jeans is blue?

[Chorus]
Ghetto boys is the motherfuckin' shit
Never forget the Dirty Bay baby made your mind play tricks
They love That Mexican OT, when they play it, they rewind that shit
I shot his bitch ass in his truck, got it lookin' like he reclinin' and shit (Right on)
[Interlude]
Ayo, is that That Mexican OT?

[Verse 2]
Are you a ghetto boy? Are you a girl?
I got a gun that'll shoot down the sun
And I got a bomb that'll blow up the world
.300 Blackouts make 'em twirl
I push up with a stick, unload the clip, then dip
Hollow tips rip off his lip
I'm a Dirty Bay baby, they know what it is
And the pussy, I'ma beat up the clit
I got drums like it's KFC, ghetto bitch, got extensions
I be booger flickin', door kickin', 'bout money missions
I be posted with that tooly, actin' a fooly, countin' up digits
Talkin' to me crazy, it's gon' faze me, throw you with the fishes
I'ma get the Glock hot, gon' blow like a blister
Mister, your bitch sayin' that she want me to fist her
Dick in her mouth, I'm sorry that you kissed her
Pussy-whipped, when she talk, you listen
Bum ass, okay, let's go
If you fuckin' with Texas, then throw up a four
Bodybuildin' and I do it for Lo
Catchin' bullets from your head to your toes
I'm a Dirty Bay baby, I ain't fuckin' with milk, I'ma throw me a four in this baby bottle
From the Southside of Texas, ain't punchin' no Mexican, bitch, I be smokin' the Randy Rogers
Never been to Florida, but I spot 'em and got 'em
Yoppers and choppers, I got a whole lotta
I ain't with the woo-woo, I ain't with the rah-rah
I opened his head like a motherfuckin' doctor
[Outro]
They gon' see you from across the street and they gon' be like, "Man, that boy's a genius"
You gotta believe in yourself so fuckin' much, son, that the world has no other choice but to believe in you
But then you gotta do the same shit to believe in yourself every single day by
By puttin' in the work to be that man
You gonna be the motherfucker that gots the answer in every room and the motherfucker that everybody's gon' run to to keep 'em alive
You dig? Mediocracy is not an option
There's winners and losers
There's levels to this shit
And now all you gotta do is, is build everybody up around you just to be just as bright
So when y'all walk in toward you both, y'all blind the world