[Intro: Megan Thee Stallion] Real motherfuckin' H-Town shit (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") (Jammin' on the strip)
[Verse 1: Megan Thee Stallion] Ayy, what's up bitch? It's Megan, and I'm from South Park And if it's 'bout some motherfuckin' money we could talk Ayy, a lot of bitches hate me, and these niggas too But when you gettin' money, that's what haters 'posed to do, ayy Bitch, I'm out here shinin' I'm really Houston's finest I don't know if he lookin' at the titties or these diamonds (Yeah, ah) These hoes can't stand me (Ah) Niggas want my panties And I threw thе "H" up when I brought home all them Grammys Hunnid K on my watch, yuh Thick, brown skin with thе long hair Diamonds all on my G-string, but I'm still eatin' at TP's Used to meet my tricks at Pappadeaux, hit the bar with all my hoes Take me to the Galleria, tell that nigga to "Buy me those", ah [Verse 2: Sauce Walka] 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 Now a days at Splashtown there's Maybachs on G10s Fifteens and onion rings Cars laced like shoestrings 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 Coming down to H-Town, trickin' off when he was bored It ain't shit I can't afford No deal, Rolls Royce Quarter million dollar diamond in my face, tears of joy
[Verse 3: Big Pokey] Lookin' like a legend when I slide up gently They askin' for the king, nigga, 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 bitch lookin', the wet 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 Southside of town, call me Don Key the great (Yeah) Yeah, Mr. Cut Down (My boy, nigga) [Verse 4: Lil Keke] Die with me, ho, and I'm patrolling' on the blacktop (Yeah) Hands in and out my fuckin' pockets, pullin' racks out Grabbin' on the wheel, lookin' backwards when I back out Clique city, niggas 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 nigga murder gang Tearin' up the runway, serious when them Forgis slide Trunk closed, bangin', nigga, 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? Ho, I do it for the H T-E-X-A-S, this for the state, nigga, Crock Bull
[Outro: Sauce Walka] H-Town, Splashtown The most copied and underappreciated city in the game, man You know it take ten female artist to make a Megan Thee Stallion And it's a nigga wanna be 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? (Ha) Yeah, we cold-hearted out here P, and the baby girls hot-headed, ooh-weeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
