Southside Royalty Freestyle (feat. Sauce Walka, Big Pokey, Lil Keke & Mike D)

Real motherf- H-Town sh- (sippin' on a four)
I'm from the Southside, you know how we ride
(Sip, sippin' on a four and I'm ja-, ja-, ja-)
(What Juicy say? He be like, "Shut the fuck up")

Ayy, what's up b-? It's Megan, and I'm from South Park
And if it's 'bout some motherf- money we could talk (yeah)
Ayy, a lot of b- hate me, and these n- too
But when you gettin' money, that's what haters 'posed to do (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Ayy, b-, I'm out here shinin', I'm really Houston's finest (Houston's finest)
I don't know if he lookin' at the titties or these diamonds (yeah, yeah, ah)
These h- can't stand me, n- want my panties
And I threw the "H" up when I brought home all them Grammys

Hundred K on my watch, yeah, thick, brown skin with the long hair
Diamonds all on my G-string, but I'm still eatin' at TP's (mwah, mwah)
Used meet my tricks at Pappadeaux, hit the bar with all my h- (all my h-)
Take me to the gallery and tell that n- to buy me those, ah

(Ooh-wee) trip creator, the inventor of the flavor
The "P" stand for "Pimpin'," it don't stand for "Pushin' paper"
The pain is now or later, but the car Mercedes Benz
Nowadays, at Splashtown, there's Maybachs on G10s

Fifteens and onion rings, cars laced like sh-trings
It's a dream to drop the top and come down Luther King
We the reason why y'all diamond grills and ice chain medallions
This the city with no doctor needed, you might make a stallion

New Ferrari, it's Italian, and a rapper paid for it
Comin' down to H-Town, trickin' off when he was bored
It's ain't sh- I can't afford, no deal, Rolls Royce
Quarter million diamond in my face, tears of joy

Lookin' like a legend when I slide up gently
They askin' for the king, n-, tell 'em Blunt sent me
They waitin' on the 'Lac and not the one that's black
I'm in the '76 Hog, crawlin' like a razorback

I caught your b- lookin', the wait paint gushin'
Shot the deuce and kept pushin' on the double stitched cushion (yeah)
Special and spectacular, slab ridin' ambassador
The Cutlass out here runnin' like a Hellcat Challenger

Martin Luther master, Cullen Street captain
Top peeled back, all white like a napkin (yeah)
Runnin' like a stallion, South side of town, call me Don Key, The Great (yeah)
Yeah, Mr. Cut Me Down

Die with me, ho, and I'm patrolling' on the blacktop
Hands in and out my f- pockets, pullin' racks out
Grabbin' on the wheel, lookin' backwards when I back out
Clique City, n- get they bread and droppin' 'Lac tops

Exotic in the air, drinking clean, I'm in the turning lane
Glass house sittin' up under the frame, that n- murder gang
Tearin' up the runway, serious when them Forgis slide
Trunk closed bangin', n-, it's sounding like it's war outside

When it's money, we gon' wake up and go run it down
In the trenches lurkin' for that sack, I'ma go hunt it down
They ask me why I do it? H-, I do it for the H
T-E-X-A-S, this for the state, n-, Crock Bull

H-Town, Splashtown
The most copied and underappreciated city in the game, man
You know it take ten female artists to make a Megan Thee Stallion
And it's a n- wannabe Sauce Walker in every record label in America

Every rapper puttin' "Drip" and "Splash" in they song
Y'all know where y'all get that drip from
But we been draped and dripped out since three in the morning
Lil Keke, you know what I'm sayin'? You spill me?

Keep our name out y'all mouth like Puffy said, you spill me?
Yeah, everybody wanna have double cups
Everybody wanna have a big booty cutie on duty, double-cup polluted
Stupid, you spill me?

We the ones got y'all on that anime
Y'all wasn't talkin' 'bout no Dragon Ball Z, My Hero Academia, none of that Tsuyu Asui
Yeah, we got y'all talkin' 'bout some business this, business that
Know what I'm sayin'? This new Houston

But we gon' keep drippin' on and keep pimpin' on, y'all gon' keep sippin' on
Yeah, this the city of the hot girls and the cold players
You spill me, P? Huh
Yeah, we cold-hearted out here, P, and the baby girls hot-headed, ooh-wee