SUVs (Black on Black)
Jack Harlow"SUVs (Black on Black)" is a song by Jack Harlow, released in 2021 in the Pop genre. The song is 2:23 long and contains 49 lines and 560 words.
Lyrics
0:10All of my brags turn to facts
0:12And that's why
0:14All my brags turn to facts, all my hundreds turn to racks
0:16All my ladies turn to snacks, SUVs black on— (Black on)
0:18SUVs black on black
0:20I was f***in' up, but now I'm back on track, that's a fact, woo
0:22Filet mignon, that's on Jack
0:25I done turned a penthouse suite into my natural habitat
0:28I just got my taxes back, that shit cut my cash in half
0:29And it hurt (And it hurt), main chick say I'm a flirt
0:31Older women fall for me, I make 'em press that Life Alert
0:37I just took a flight back to the A, I'm ready to get right to work
0:39Me, I keep the coolest head even when they get hype at first
0:45Lotta people back at home, they tryna make it out the dirt
0:48Don't stop pushin', used to catch Z's on the couch cushions
0:49Now I call the shots like I'm John Wooden (John Wooden)
0:51In the kitchen with my jewelry in the pot cookin'
0:54Walkin' through the mall, and they can't stop lookin' (I ain't lyin')
0:57All my brags turn to facts, all my hundreds turn to racks
1:00All my ladies turn to snacks, SUVs black on— (Black on)
1:04SUVs black on black
1:06I was f***in' up, but now I'm back on track, that's a fact
1:08Yeah, yeah, I've seen hitters turn to rats
1:11We went from hemis to them 'Cats
1:13Remember trailed me in my Track'
1:15SUVs (SUVs), SUVs black on black
1:19I see 'em talking' tough, can't wait to slime 'em out, king slatt
1:20Every car I get up in gotta have two up on the dash (Skrrt, skrrt)
1:23And every ho I want, every ho I want get smashed (You know that ho got smashed)
1:26Tryna reach for somethin' around my neck, get hit with the whole mag (Don't get cut about this glass)
1:29All these new VVs on me wet, you can blame Wafi for this glass (Wafi for this jewelry)
1:33We stand against the opps forever, ain't no puttin' shit in the past (Puttin' shit in no past never)
1:35If you was lookin' for and couldn't find me, I was in my bag (I was in my bag)
1:38It's sixty rounds under my chop, all my guns got extended mags (Guns got extended mags)
1:40Put no tags up on my Trackhawk 'cause I plan on doin' the dash (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, yeah)
1:44After I get away, re-wrap it all black (Re-wrap it all black)
1:47Think 'bout your folks before you play, you gotta be smarter than that (Just be smarter than that)
1:50I'm tryna go back and rebuild the hood where I was starvin' at (Where I was starvin' at)
1:54And that's a fact, you f*** with Harlow, I send hollow bullets just like a quarterback (Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd)
1:57All my brags turn to facts, all my hundreds turn to racks
2:01All my ladies turn to snacks, SUVs black on— (Black on)
2:05SUVs black on black
2:07I was f***in' up, but now I'm back on track, that's a fact
2:09Yeah, yeah, I've seen hitters turn to rats
2:11We went from hemis to them 'Cats
2:15Remember trailed me in my Track'
2:19SUVs (SUVs), SUVs black on black
2:21I see 'em talking' tough, can't wait to slime 'em out, king slatt, blrrrd, blrrrd
2:23Blrrrd
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***in' 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 f***in' 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 f*** 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 f***in' 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
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