Intro – Spoken]
Yeahhh…
H-Town baby
We hold it down from the north to the south
This one for them real hustlers
R.I.P. to them lost legends
Let’s ride…
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[Hook]
Holdin’ down H-Town, trailers loaded down
You know how we do when we swing through the town
Comin’ down 59, pointin’ that bitch south
Goin’ to pick up another load, never slowin’ down
Jammin’ out to that boy Demond Haynes
Feelin’ every note like he runnin’ through my veins
This a slab anthem, wood wheel grippin’
We don’t talk much, we just handle our business
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[Verse 1]
Chrome on the bumper, diesel in the tank
Texas plates loud, haters know the rank
Back roads or highways, I ride with pride
A trailer full of hustle, I’m the city’s lifeline
CDL certified, yeah, I move with class
Candy paint drippin’, got ‘em starin’ when I pass
From the docks to the yards, I be flippin’ them loads
On that H-Town grind, heavy hustle mode
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[Hook]
Holdin’ down H-Town, trailers loaded down
You know how we do when we swing through the town
Comin’ down 59, pointin’ that bitch south
Goin’ to pick up another load, never slowin’ down
Jammin’ out to that boy Demond Haynes
Feelin’ every note like he runnin’ through my veins
This a slab anthem, wood wheel grippin’
We don’t talk much, we just handle our business
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[Verse 2]
I remember long nights with no GPS
Just a map, my will, and a prayer for success
Ten toes down, no time for the stress
I was born for this lane — no more, no less
Candy red rig with the speakers on blast
Sippin’ Big Red, got the AC on max
Maneuver through traffic like I’m born for the shift
Houston in my soul, feel that torque when I drift
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[Bridge – Slow Flow]
Turn the lights low, that moon ridin’ too
18 wheels deep and I’m slidin’ like screw
A shout out to my kinfolk, holdin’ down the chains
And peace to the soul of that boy Demond Haynes
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[Hook – Final]
Holdin’ down H-Town, trailers loaded down
You know how we do when we swing through the town
Comin’ down 59, pointin’ that bitch south
Goin’ to pick up another load, never slowin’ down
Jammin’ out to that boy Demond Haynes
Feelin’ every note like he runnin’ through my veins
This a slab anthem, wood wheel grippin’
We don’t talk much, we just handle our business
⸻
[Outro – Spoken Over Beat Fade Out]
Yeah… from the slab to the semi,
We movin’ weight — legally
Southside still holdin’
H-Town forever…
