[Jack Harlow] All of my brags turn to facts And that´s why
[Jack Harlow]
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
[Jack Harlow] 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´)
[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 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
[Pooh Shiesty] 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)
[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 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