Album Name

SUVs (Black on Black)

Artist

Jack Harlow, Pooh Shiesty

Genre

랩/힙합

Release Date

2021.08.03

Release Agency

워너뮤직

All of my brags turn to facts
And that's why
All my brags turn to facts
all my hundreds turn to racks
All my ladies turn to snacks
SUVs black on Black on
SUVs black on black
I was fuckin' up
but now I'm back on track
that's a fact woo
Filet mignon that's on Jack
I done turned a penthouse suite
into my natural habitat
I just got my taxes back
that shit cut my cash in half
And it hurt And it hurt
main chick say I'm a flirt
Older women fall for me
I make 'em press that Life Alert
I just took a flight back to the A
I'm ready to get right to work
Me I keep the coolest head even
when they get hype at first
Lotta people back at home
they tryna make it out the dirt
Don't stop pushin'
used to catch Z's
on the couch cushions
Now I call the shots like
I'm John Wooden John Wooden
In the kitchen with my jewelry
in the pot cookin'
Walkin' through the mall
and they can't stop lookin'
I ain't lyin'
All my brags turn to facts
all my hundreds turn to racks
All my ladies turn to snacks
SUVs black on Black on
SUVs black on black
I was fuckin' up
but now I'm back on track
that's a fact
Yeah yeah
I've seen hitters turn to rats
We went from hemis to them 'Cats
Remember trailed me in my Track'
SUVs SUVs SUVs black on black
I see 'em talking' tough
can't wait to slime 'em out
king slatt
Every car I get up in gotta have
two up on the dash Skrrt skrrt
And every ho I want
every ho I want get smashed
You know that ho got smashed
Tryna reach for somethin'
around my neck
get hit with the whole mag
Don't get cut about this glass
All these new VVs on me wet
you can blame Wafi for this glass
Wafi for this jewelry
We stand against the opps forever
ain't no puttin' shit in the past
Puttin' shit in no past never
If you was lookin' for and
couldn't find me
I was in my bag I was in my bag
It's sixty rounds under my chop
all my guns got extended mags
Guns got extended mags
Put no tags up on my Trackhawk
'cause I plan on doin' the dash
Skrrt skrrt skrrt skrrt yeah
After I get away
re-wrap it all black
Re-wrap it all black
Think 'bout your folks
before you play
you gotta be smarter than that
Just be smarter than that
I'm tryna go back and
rebuild the hood
where I was starvin' at
Where I was starvin' at
And that's a fact
you fuck with Harlow
I send hollow bullets
just like a quarterback
Blrrrd blrrrd blrrrd
All my brags turn to facts
all my hundreds turn to racks
All my ladies turn to snacks
SUVs black on Black on
SUVs black on black
I was fuckin' up
but now I'm back on track
that's a fact
Yeah yeah
I've seen hitters turn to rats
We went from hemis to them 'Cats
Remember trailed me in my Track'
SUVs SUVs SUVs black on black
I see 'em talking' tough
can't wait to slime 'em out
king slatt blrrrd blrrrd
Blrrrd