Jack Harlow & Pooh Shiesty - SUVs (Black On Black)

All of my brags turn to factsAnd that's whyAll my brags turn to facts, all my hundreds turn to racksAll of my brags turn to factsAnd that's whyAll my brags turn to facts, all my hundreds turn to racksAll my ladies turn to snacks, SUVs black on— (Black on)SUVs black on blackI was fuckin' up, but now I'm back on track, that's a fact, wooFilet mignon, that's on JackI done turned a penthouse suite into my natural habitatI just got my taxes back, that shit cut my cash in halfAnd it hurt (And it hurt), main chick say I'm a flirtOlder women fall for me, I make 'em press that Life AlertI just took a flight back to the A, I'm ready to get right to workMe, I keep the coolest head even when they get hype at firstLotta people back at home, they tryna make it out the dirtDon't stop pushin', used to catch Z's on the couch cushionsNow 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 racksAll my ladies turn to snacks, SUVs black on— (Black on)SUVs black on blackI was fuckin' up, but now I'm back on track, that's a factYeah, yeah, I've seen hitters turn to ratsWe went from hemis to them 'CatsRemember trailed me in my Track'SUVs (SUVs), SUVs black on blackI see 'em talking' tough, can't wait to slime 'em out, king slattEvery 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 racksAll my ladies turn to snacks, SUVs black on— (Black on)SUVs black on blackI was fuckin' up, but now I'm back on track, that's a factYeah, yeah, I've seen hitters turn to ratsWe went from hemis to them 'CatsRemember trailed me in my Track'SUVs (SUVs), SUVs black on blackI see 'em talking' tough, can't wait to slime 'em out, king slatt, blrrrd, blrrrdBlrrrd