SUVs (Black on Black) ft. Pooh Shiesty Lyrics

SUVs (Black on Black) ft. Pooh Shiesty - Jack Harlow

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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 Fucking Up

But Now I'm Back On Track

That's A Fact, Wooh

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 Them 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 Pushing

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 Cooking

Walking Through The Mall

And They Can't Stop Looking

(I Ain't Lying)

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 Fucking 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 Them Talking Tough

Can't Wait To Slime Them 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 Something 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 Doing The Dash

(Skrrt, Skrrt, Skrrt, Skrrt, Yeah)

After I Get Away Re-wrap It All Black

(Re-wrap It All Black)

Think About 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 Starving 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 Fucking 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 Them Talking Tough

Can't Wait To Slime Them Out

King Slatt

Blrrrd, Blrrrd Blrrrd

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