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

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 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 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

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's ain't shit 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, 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 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

Southside of town, call me Don Key the great (Yeah)

Yeah, Mr. [?]

Die with me, ho