Listen to Southside Royalty Freestyle (feat. Big Pokey, Lil' Keke, Sauce Walka & Mike D) by Megan Thee Stallion

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

Megan Thee Stallion

Hip-Hop/Rap

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Megan Thee Stallion - Southside Royalty Freestyle (ft. Sauce Walka, Big Pokey & Lil Keke) [Official]

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Megan Thee Stallion

Megan Thee Stallion

Vocals

Big Pokey

Vocals

Lil' Keke

Vocals

Sauce Walka

Vocals

Mike D.

Vocals

The Isley Brothers

The Isley Brothers

Sampled Artist

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Albert Mondane

Songwriter

Jordan Houston

Songwriter

Leroy Williams

Songwriter

Marcus Edwards

Songwriter

Megan Pete

Songwriter

Michael Dixon

Songwriter

Milton Powell, Jr.

Milton Powell, Jr.

Songwriter

O'Kelly Isley Jr.

O'Kelly Isley Jr.

Songwriter

Ronald Isley

Songwriter

Rudolph Isley

Songwriter

Christopher Jasper

Christopher Jasper

Songwriter

Ernest Isley

Songwriter

Marvin Isley

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

DJ Riggins

Assistant Mixing Engineer

Jacob Richards

Assistant Mixing Engineer

Mike Seaberg

Assistant Mixing Engineer

Jaycen Joshua

Mixing Engineer

Juicy J

Producer

Mr. Lee

Producer

Shawn "Source" Jarrett

Shawn "Source" Jarrett

Recording Engineer

Colin Leonard

Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]

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")

[Verse 1]

Aye, what's up bitch? It's Megan, and I'm from South Park

And if it's 'bout some motherfuckin' money, we could talk

Aye, a lot of bitches hate me, and these **** too

But when you gettin' money, that's what haters 'posed to do, aye

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)

**** 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 Galleria, tell that **** to "Buy me those", ah

[Verse 2]

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]

Lookin' like a legend when I slide up gently

They askin' for the king, ****, 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, ****)

[Verse 4]

Die with me, ho, and I'm patrollin' 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, **** 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 **** murder gang

Tearin' up the runway, serious when them Forgis slide

Trunk closed, bangin', ****, 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, ****, Crock Bull

[Outro]

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 **** wanna be Sauce Walker in every record label in America

Every rapper puttin' "Drip" and "Splash" in they songs

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 Pokey 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

Written by: Albert Mondane, C. Jasper, Ernie Isley, Jordan Houston, Leroy Williams, Marcus Edwards, Megan Pete, Michael Dixon, Milton Powell, Jr., O'Kelly Isley Jr., Ronald Isley

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