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