Megan Thee Stallion: Southside Royalty Freestyle (Ft. Big Pokey, Lil Keke & Sauce Walka)

[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-wee