[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)
 
 
 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 the "H" up when I brought home all them Grammys
 
 Hunnid K on my watch, yuh
 
 Thick, brown skin with the 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 gallery and tell that nigga to "Buy me those", ah
 
 
 
  [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 diamond in my face, tears of joy
 
 
 
  [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
 
 
 
  [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
 
 
 
  [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-wee