Lyrics
[Intro]
H‑Town
Paint drip, trunk bang
Third Coast slang
Yeah, I’m talkin’ that thang (what up)
[Verse 1]
Southside baby, I was raised on the fade
Candy on chrome, every corner got a parade
Double cup dreams, purple rain in my veins
Swing wide, let it slide, hoggin’ up both lanes
Screwed up summer, tape slow, mind gone
Learned my game from the legends on the microphone
Paid dues, paid tithes, paid homage
Whole city on my back, that’s a heavy-toned promise
Block hot, but the flow stay colder
Gold grill grin, heavy chain on my shoulder
From the ward to the west, I’m in every zip code
Name ring on the north when the swingers hit the road
[Chorus]
I got that screw in my veins, H‑Town in my talk
Every bar slow-stepped like I’m syrup in my walk
This for the ones that paved these streets I claim
If you from that H, then you feel my pain (H‑Town)
Screw in my veins, H‑Town in my talk
Every hook trunk-rattle when the 4’s start to crawl
This for the ones that raised this Houston flame
If you from that H, better scream that name
[Verse 2]
Lac sittin’ low, fifth wheel hang heavy
Top dropped down when the sky turn hazy
Trap on the corner, but we move so clever
Blueprint written in the slab, that’s forever
Old heads taught me keep it play, keep it trill
Get your paper, stay solid, keep steel
I’m a lady from the city, but I move like a boss
Diamond in the mud, turned the grind into gloss
Sunday cap, cornrows, nails on gleam
At the light, trunk open like it’s showing off a dream
City of the hustlers, saints and the sinners
But everybody eat when we all born winners
[Chorus]
I got that screw in my veins, H‑Town in my talk
Every bar slow-stepped like I’m syrup in my walk
This for the ones that paved these streets I claim
If you from that H, then you feel my pain (yeah)
Screw in my veins, H‑Town in my talk
Every hook trunk-rattle when the 4’s start to crawl
This for the ones that raised this Houston flame
If you from that H, better scream that name
[Bridge]
Turn the dial, let it drag, let it breathe (breathe)
Hands up for the greats, rest in peace (for real)
From the car lot lights to the club back doors
Houston in my heart, in my slang, in my soul
[Chorus]
I got that screw in my veins, H‑Town in my talk
Every bar slow-stepped like I’m syrup in my walk
This for the ones that paved these streets I claim
If you from that H, then you feel my pain
Screw in my veins, H‑Town in my talk
Every hook trunk-rattle when the 4’s start to crawl
This for the ones that raised this Houston flame
If you from that H, better scream that name (H‑Town)
Style
rapmoody southern trap with swung hi-hatsbooming sub-bassand chopped-and-screwed hook layers; female vocals swaggering in the pockethalf-whispered doubles on punchlineswith organ stabs and spaced-out bells. verses ride low and menacingchorus opens wider with stacked chants and a syrup-thick tempo drag on the final hook.gangster rapslow
Prompt
A female rapping about Houston and Houston culture and paying homage to Houston rappers, rap, trap, slow, gangster rap
Credits
Prompt byRemixerLyric535
GeneratedApr 18, 2026
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