ฟังเพลงSUVs (Black on Black) (Explicit)

Jack Harlow：

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 f**kin' 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 s**t 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'

Jack Harlow/Pooh Shiesty：

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 f**kin' 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

Pooh Shiesty：

Every car I get up in gotta have two up on the dash

And every ho I want every ho I want get smashed

Tryna reach for somethin' around my neck get hit with the whole mag

All these new VVs on me wet you can blame Wafi for this glass

We stand against the opps forever ain't no puttin' s**t in the past

If you was lookin' for and couldn't find me I was in my bag

It's sixty rounds under my chop all my guns got extended mags

Put no tags up on my Trackhawk 'cause I plan on doin' the dash

After I get away re-wrap it all black

Think 'bout your folks before you play you gotta be smarter than that

I'm tryna go back and rebuild the hood where I was starvin' at

And that's a fact you f**k with Harlow I send hollow bullets

Just like a quarterback

Jack Harlow/Pooh Shiesty：

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 f**kin' 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