[Intro – Slow, Talking Over the Beat, H-Town Drawl]
Yeahhh… you already know what it is…
H-Town, candy drippin’, fifth wheel tippin’…
Ridin’ slow, still flippin’…
Let’s go…
(Verse 1 – Smooth and Confident Flow)
Came up out that H-Town, born where the legends stay,
Ridin’ through the city, candy drippin’ like it’s Minute Maid.
Swingin’ on them foes, doors lift like it’s magic,
Purple in my cup, got me movin’ cinematic.
I don’t talk, let the slab do the conversatin’,
Elbows pokin’ out, yeah, they got the streets waitin’.
Trunk shake the block, got ‘em thinkin’ it’s thunder,
If you ain’t from the South, you don’t know nothin’ ‘bout lumber.
(Chorus – Chopped & Screwed Hook, Catchy & Hypnotic)
H-Town king, yeah, I’m drippin’ that sauce,
Trunk bang hard, make ‘em know who the boss.
Wood grain grip, yeah, I’m never gon’ slip,
Swang real wide when I let that fifth dip.
H-Town king, yeah, we ridin’ so slow,
Chopped up the track, got that lean in the flow.
Came from the mud, now I’m stackin’ my dough,
Still tippin’ down, let these boys know!
(Verse 2 – More Braggadocious, Flexin’ on ‘Em)
Texas plates sittin’ clean, yeah, the paint too wet,
Every time I hit the lot, it’s like I cash another check.
Candy red drippin’, lookin’ like a jellybean,
Leather seats butter soft, sittin’ fresh and pristine.
Used to dream ‘bout the days I’d be flippin’ the slab,
Now the doors butterfly, call ‘em wings on the Jag.
Tippin’ slow, still reppin’ for the ones in the trenches,
Still about my business, I ain’t worried ‘bout mentions.
(Chorus – Repeat, but with More Energy!)
H-Town king, yeah, I’m drippin’ that sauce,
Trunk bang hard, make ‘em know who the boss.
Wood grain grip, yeah, I’m never gon’ slip,
Swang real wide when I let that fifth dip.
H-Town king, yeah, we ridin’ so slow,
Chopped up the track, got that lean in the flow.
Came from the mud, now I’m stackin’ my dough,
Still tippin’ down, let these boys know!
(Bridge – Slowed Down, Chopped & Screwed Vocal Effect)
Sippin’ slow… swangin’ low…
They ain’t know… now they know…
H-Town legend… ridin’ clean…
Paint so wet… lookin’ mean…
(Final Verse – Reflecting, but Still Bossed Up)
I do it for the city, yeah, I put it on my back,
Every car that I whip, got a trunk full of slap.
Diamonds on my teeth, yeah, they shine so bright,
Even in the dark, I could light up the night.
I done came a long way from the days I was broke,
Now I pull up, doors up, like I’m tellin’ a joke.
Still ridin’ slow, still grippin’ the grain,
Still flippin’ these tracks, still runnin’ the game!
(Final Chorus – Big Finish, Reverb Heavy, Slowed Outro)
H-Town king, yeah, I’m drippin’ that sauce,
Trunk bang hard, make ‘em know who the boss.
Wood grain grip, yeah, I’m never gon’ slip,
Swang real wide when I let that fifth dip.
H-Town king, yeah, we ridin’ so
Mistabishi
