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Automatic lyrics - Jack Harlow

Automatic, it's a habit, you should know it's automatic

I been gettin' to it, I ain't notice y'all was hatin'

Brand new chick, she don't know the occupation

I just wanna know that I can hold a conversation

Ooh, I don't know what y'all debatin'

I been waitin' for you, now I'm runnin' out of patience

Runnin' up a check, tryna run the operation

Went broke in the check and pulled a hundred out of savings

And I can tell now that you ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'

I'ma need somethin' I can calm down from

I'm gon' pull up with the broad, down one

Six months in, I ain't dick her down once

Bitch tryna tell me what you know about me

You don't know nothin', keep it real with me

She said she ain't tryna deal with me

Okay, cool, you could sell that seat

I'm just hopin' she don't feel

'Cause when she do, I don't know what I'ma do

All that shit that y'all was talkin', it was comical

Pull up in your city, for the you know what you tryna do

Uh, 'cause I'm open to it

I know that you miss him but you gon' get through it

I can help with it if you need that, uh

Go and bring that beat back, brr

I don't really listen to the feedback now

Told me that she good, she don't need Jack now

I'm real proud of the steps you took

Just to get to the place that you at today

I couldn't tell it to you straight, I gotta estimate

I wonder if I oughta go out here with the best to say

Now go 'head, get me outta here, I couldn't last a day

I got the city talkin' 'bout me like I passed away

Automatic, it's a habit, you should know it's automatic

I been gettin' to it, I ain't notice y'all was hatin'

Brand new chick, she don't know the occupation

I just wanna know that I can hold a conversation

Ooh, I don't know what y'all debatin'

I been waitin' for you, now I'm runnin' out of patience

Runnin' up a check, tryna run the operation

Went broke in the check and pulled a hundred out of savings

And I can tell now that you ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'

I'ma need somethin' I can calm down from

I'm gon' pull up with the broad, down one

Six months in, I ain't dick her down once

Bitch tryna tell me what you know about me

You don't know nothin', keep it real with me

She said she ain't tryna deal with me

Okay, cool, you could sell that seat

Ooh, and she felt intrigued (Ooh)

Motherfucka trippin' off the ectasy (Ooh)

Mothafucka tryna dip the LMPD (Ooh)

Go and get your self-esteem (Ooh)

And she tryna link up, uh

Fuck so much, we got synced up now (Uh)

Pulled up in the dinged-up whip

This ain't Pepto-Bis', what this pink stuff is, long tell me

Yeah, you heard me, you ain't feel me

I've been movin', I've been shakin', go and hit me on the celly

Tryna sell me on somethin', well, I hope that shit compellin'

Ever since I've been gone like Kelly, they been tryna tell me

About this and that, I ain't chattin' with you, we ain't goin' tit for tat

Tryna tell me how to get in the barrel

Go and get in the barrel, I'm 'bout to get in that ho, I'm out

Automatic, it's a habit, you should know it's automatic (Ooh)

I been gettin' to it, I ain't notice y'all was hatin' (Ooh)

Brand new chick, she don't know the occupation

I just wanna know that I can hold a conversation

Ooh, I don't know what y'all debatin' (Ooh)

I been waitin' for you, now I'm runnin' out of patience (Ooh)

Runnin' up a check, tryna run the operation

Went broke in the check and pulled a hundred out of savings

And I can tell now that you ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'

I'ma need somethin' I can calm down from

I'm gon' pull up with the broad, down one

Six months in, I ain't dick her down once

Bitch tryna tell me what you know about me

You don't know nothin', keep it real with me

She said she ain't tryna deal with me

Okay, cool, you could sell that seat

Banana Tree lyrics - Jack Harlow (feat. Taylor)

(Eh, yeah, eh, uh)

I'm on hiatus and they mad huh

'Nother city with the bag huh

I ain't had to use the mass huh

Make the whip fourty dash home

I'm like Houston with the blast off

Plus my muse with the bad walk

Good news when the cash talk

Making moves like a [?]

Mel rose shot two nig-two revolve

And my bag all uniform

Let the foreign in [?]

Face off dark knight still renaissance

Late night dreaming movie scores

In my mind like the world yours

Plus my mind like world tour

Plug talk like bonjour

Shortie off the weight she on all fours

It was just a Monday she was all for it

(Aye, aye)

And she said she knew I was pisces

Girl I swear you hit me like a like a light beam (damn)

Told my momma I quit swerving at high speeds (bam)

Mobbing in a tree, been looking bright green

Ah shit she said things dont change

We call bullshit but I can't complain

Because I'm a culprit, they dont play those games

Let's take a road trip, imma change my ways

Bitch I call the shots I think I might bring

Fantasize about to call them pipe dreams

My brothers, they make music and some tight beats

I think only one of us can sight read

Never been a clone of fucking hype beasts

All that shit yall love just dont entice me

I need a woman that can show me what this life means

That's at the park on sunday morning doing tai-chi

Imma fuck my ex while she on winter break

Yeah imma take this new girl on a dinner date

Yeah imma take the interstate and kick it with this chick that's from a different state

I bet she thinks I'm expecting sex now

Little does she know if I was expecting sex I would have made that clear before I left town

Hold up beck them with the vibes

Should be complimentary, got that hotel breakfast everytime

And she said she knew I was pisces

Girl I swear you hit me like a like a light beam (damn)

Told my momma I quit swerving at high speeds (bam)

Mobbing in a tree, been looking bright green

Ah shit she said things dont change

We call the bullshit but I can't complain

Because I'm a culprit, they dont play those games

Let's take a road trip, imma change my ways

Cheap Cheap lyrics - Felly & Jack Harlow

[Felly:]

You cheap cheap so you freak freak when you throw up I just throw up (sheesh)

My bitch too pretty askin' when I'll grow up I don't show up

The dick make her backbend I swear back then they ignored us

I swear next time we meet I'm gon' act like I don't know ya

Last year was broken now this year they tell me

That there ain't shit they can tell me

Y'all hear the click of the tele

I put this dick in her (uhhhhh)

This year I'm bout to make muh fuckin' millions

Watch them all get in their feelings (woah)

Once you be up you be chilling (okay)

Oh what a wonderful feeling

Uh, (BRRT) smashin your bitch at the clurb

I peel off at the curb, yerd me (Young Fel)

Pearls on my neck you would think I'm on Bourbon

Stick to the street, but my money suburban (Big Body)

Swerve, pardon me when I'm swerving, yeah

Uh, real deal. You don't fuck with me, meet me in person

Give you the look like there's two things I want

Wish for a bag and a two headed blonde

Keeping three bitches for company (THREE)

She start to think she in love with me (DAMN)

This year I'm bout to be muh fuckin' up

This year I'm bout to make way with the art

Bitch do not stop

This is not pop, this is rock (ay)

This for my opps

Last year was broken now this year they tell me

That there ain't shit they can tell me

Y'all hear the click of the tele

I put this dick in uhhhhh

This year I'm bout to make muh fuckin' millions

Watch them all get in their feelings (woah)

Once you be up you be chilling (yeah)

Oh what a wonderful feeling

[Jack Harlow:]

Oh what a feeling

Straight to the top I don't know where the ceiling, is

I don't think you know who you dealing, with

Might just have to go to the dealer, ship

And cop something

Shout out to my pops, whole lotta sauce that I got from him

Reminiscing on times we was all youngings

In the function late night til the cops coming

Back then, they was acting, like we wouldn't be shit, but now it's packed in

Quit talking, like you know me

Because you don't know a thing about Jack man

In class, I was zoned out, I didn't learn how to multiply fractions

I was leaving my backpack at the crib, can't trip now cause the whole bag's in

No acting, this is real life

Tell me what it is what it feels like

Tell me is it wet is it real tight

Can I slide in with my lil guy?

I know it's been a minute but I'm still fly

At Derby with a bow tie on like Bill Nye

I'm with your girl she a real vibe

We just had a picnic on the hillside

[Felly:]

Last year was broken now this year they tell me (HUH)

That there ain't shit they can tell me

Y'all hear the click of the tele

I put this dick in (WOAH, WOAH, WOAH)

This year I'm bout to make muh fuckin' millions (ya heard)

Watch them all get in their feelings (ya heard)

Once you be up you be chilling (okay)

Oh what a wonderful feeling

Yeah, bitch

Bitch it's Young Fel, we in this

Drive Safe lyrics - Jack Harlow

Turn my headphones up

Tsch

Remember one thing, you not my girl

I rock with you, but you don't rock my world

I love hangin' with you, but I'm not hung up on you

I got another hour in me after I fuck on you

And then it's a forehead kiss on the doorstep

The way she tryna stay is like she studied in Morehead

But, nah, she went to Western

The body of Corvette, bellbottom jeans and a lil' bitty corset

Neelam ain't a far of her

She tried to give me caution signs like the floor's wet

But the problem is something else is too

Steady pussy ain't ever felt this new

Sex with a condom never felt so raw

If I took it off, she could quit Zoloft

I go hard for her 'til I go soft

Then she put them nails on me and I dose off

That's pretty much how it goes

Remember one thing, you not my girl

I rock with you, but you don't rock my world

I love hangin' with you, but I'm not hung up on you

I got another hour in me after I fuck on you

And then it's me watchin' you put your shoes back on, long embrace

Tellin' you to drive safe while you on the way back home

Kiss you on the neck and work my hand down your backbone

You say, "That's not fair, why you doin' that?"

I apologize, take my hands away, you pullin' back

You say, "What this is? I don't get it, what we doin'?"

But, I told you what it was and you told me you were cool with that

No matter how straightforward I am with these girls, I still pay forward

That's why I gotta make sure it's crystal clear, so, listen here, oh

Fire In The Booth, Pt.1 lyrics - Jack Harlow & Charlie Sloth

I got drugs in my body

My girl, she a hottie

Ten degrees, getting faded offa hot totties

Me and my brothers getting Rich like Roddy

In Atlanta and I'm white like Roddy

I be riding shotty with my shorty from NY

She grew up on the train so I taught her how to drive

Yes, I like girls but I'm all about my guys

Climate change real, heard we all about to die

Fuck it then, let's T-up while we can

I've been locked in, I try and free up when I can

Young'uns in the city tryna be us, I'm the man

We been rolling 'round, come and see us while you can

'Cause soo enough

I'ma have to walk around with fellas that be suited up

Know she used to curve me, now she tryna come be cool with us

Y'all got insecurities, it ain't got shit to do with us

Don't care how they view us 'long as they just keep on viewing us

Married to the street, you know I'm too in touch

Driven by the fear that I don't do enough

We been moving 'round and now we moving up

Everybody got opinions but I'm seeing through the bluffs

Listen, I got intuition

I'm a genius in the kitchen, this addict make me efficient

Fell in love with magic, she definitely got a commission

Way too many women, I definitely got an addiction

It's a fact

Don't know how I'm gonna shake it

Feelin' like I'm goin' crazy

I know I'm goin' crazy

Might just give the chief of police the wrong baby

I kiss her on the mouth like she my son and I'm Tom Brady

Used to diss me, now she wanna date me

I call that a 180, I know it's frustrating

I don't need no more women, I got enough ladies

But ooh, she kinda bad, how 'bout just one maybe?

Some love me, some hate me

Bitches, my cum tasty

We all got big dreams, some got the smarts but they dumb lazy

Seven side-chicks but just one baby

She keep on yapping and she gon' unchain me

I'm servin' up Dick like I'm Cheney

Bitch, can you blame me?

I went from Old Navy to having these clothing brands pay me

Fellas like to talk a lot, wondering if I'm soft or not

When you do an awful lot, you don't feel the need

Well, I guess that y'all forgot I'm the illest with the pen

This right here the off-the-top, I'm fucked off a beat

Bitch, I leave the studio and then I hit the waffle spot

Smoking out the parking lot and then we like to eat

You should know I'm off the rock, bitch, you know I'm insane

We done have plenty fun, now tell me what your friend's name

Funk Flex - Freestyle #180 lyrics - Jack Harlow

Ladies and gentlemen

Yezzir

On and on and my nuts I'm palmin'

All these phone calls I'm takin' with Craig Kallman

All this Balmain on my body, I'm embalmin'

I'm the brand that the world wanna get involved with

When I get that Grammy, I ain't sendin' no apology text

I ain't comin' to be humble, Flex called me to flex

My time's now, you can finally stop callin' me next

And I'm 'bout to shoot a movie so I guess

That I oughta be stressed, but I'm just too blessed

Ain't nobody overseas, girl it's just U-S

Man I swear y'all do the most, you should just do less

I can't rock no skinny jeans 'cause my nuts 2X

And my success got some people stomach turnin'

Sayin' I'm just white and I got lucky, I ain't earn it

Like I'm just a plant and all this shit was predetermined

Should I take it easy on the comp or should I burn 'em?

I used to want to be the guy, now I'm fully him

I remind the critics of the kids that bullied them

All that baby fat's gone, now we fully trimmed

I been a G but the fine print is full of Ms

Life's full of sins, pause for this bulletin

Album is a gun and I'm the one who put the bullets in

Courtside got me actin' like a fool again

They know the hits but the catalog is full of gems

I deserve a Pulitzer prize, I'm full of surprises

All my DMs full of them eyes, I'm cool with declinin'

All we do is hop of the jets and pull into garages

Know you're feelin' foolish inside for doubtin' the rise

Who woulda thunk it?

The hottest young artist in the game is from Kentucky?

I'm the topic of discussion and I'm fuckin' up the budgets

I just went #1 with The Duchess

And I know you think you 'bout to get that torch passed to you

But I promise that they couldn't be giving more gas to you

Trust me, I'ma give the forecast to you

It's a big storm brewin' and I know what I'm doing

Bitch

Hitchcock lyrics - Jack Harlow

Watching Hitchcocks till I drift off

Woke up to this beat let that shit knock

She won't give top till my dick's out

Clockwork every weekend it's like tick tock

I just hit Atlanta I got 2for with me

In the cockpit, I might just take em to Pluto with me

If Bruno hit me we might have to fuck with Mars

And they don't want to hear me sing

They told me rap those fucking bars

Well alright

Trust I ain't forgot how to do it

I been in hibernation trying to fucking stockpile this music

I heard the shit that y'all been dropping

Is monotonous to me

You got a mic inside your room, well see that's not how you use it

Y'all fucking suck

Keep your distances from me

They should've warned y'all don't be fucking with that kid from Kentucky

I know some hipsters in my city, won't admit that they love me

'Cause back when they were my age

They wasn't shit except ugly

Chandeliers swinging through my comfort zone

Standing here thinking how we gonna blow

She got the manicured fingers with the butt that go

With her jeans, fitted, yeah she covered in Atlanta snow

And as for me, I'm just a young one

Walking, talking hundreds with her

I'm been trying to find the next step

To make my best friends rich

And you been sitting 'round wondering if the blunt is rolled

Y'all come and go with them 20-minute dreams

Blown away by a coincidence I wonder what it means

Check your horoscopes at night and fall in love with what you read

Like the universe gon have my back in 2017

You ain't bout shit

Feeling like I'm Reggie Miller down six

Doing 90 looking out for undercover Crown Vics

Flying out the city, paying zero dollars round trip

Saw her take a picture of me told her take it down quick

Bitch I'm from the Lou

And they know me when they see me

Ever since I was in school

I should shout out to my father

Know they peep me handle business

All you really gotta know is I get it from that dude

Shooting from the Nazareth

We shooting for that platinum hit

It's Jack from out the Highlands

Going stupid on these tracks again

I'm moving with a pack of kids and supervising acid trips

Rappers getting worse I think they using too much Actavis

It's cool though

I'm just a guest inside the house

Of a culture that ain't mine

And I'm just blessed to be around

These kids be talking bout what's trash

Man I swear that y'all got some nerve

How you gon be most opinionated from the suburbs

I hope they bump this shit on Bardstown

With the windows down

Riding round while the stars out

In the garden now, this the wrong tree to bark down

Finally snapping on these hoes and I don't need no hard count

Damn

I Won lyrics - Ty Dolla $ign, Jack Harlow & 24kGoldn

(from "Fast & Furious 9: The Fast Saga" soundtrack)

[Ty Dolla $ign {Jack Harlow}:]

Medals 'round my neck because I won, I won (Won, I won)

Now my momma set 'cause I won, I won (Won, I won)

Out here makin' bands, do what I want (What I want)

Greedy with the phone, I get what I want (What I want)

Skrrt to Hidden Hills up to 101 (101)

She just wanna chill on some one-on-one (One-on-one)

I just hit the gas, bitch, I'm gone, I'm gone {Gone}

I might do the dash on 'em, just because (Woo, yeah)

Medals 'round my neck because I w-w-won

[Jack Harlow:]

And I'm not gon' stop winnin'

And I'm not gon' stop spendin'

Lifestyle, I'm locked in it

Ten weeks, I've been top tennin'

She need me like oxygen

Fеlt the same 'til I got finished

Big ring with thеm rocks in it

When I pop one I'm like Popeye when he got spinach

I'm clean cut with a pop image

But it's demons that I'm locked in with (Yeah)

Take a flight and switch continents

My old whip ain't have an AUX in it (Brr)

New whip, I just hit a button

Then suddenly there's no top in it (No top in it)

But I still get plenty in it (Plenty in it)

Then I give her that Jimi Hendrix

Lusted over by plenty women

Say I look just like Diggy Simmons

Fresh Prince, I get Jiggy with it

Lotta hits, it's never any misses

Dizzy Whizz, I'm in the city with it

On top, any minute (Any minute)

[Ty Dolla $ign & Jack Harlow:]

Medals 'round my neck because I won, I won (Won, I won)

Now my momma set 'cause I won, I won (Won, I won)

Out here makin' bands, do what I want (What I want)

Greedy with the phone, I get what I want (What I want)

Skrrt to Hidden Hills up to 101 (101)

She just wanna chill on some one-on-one (One-on-one)

I just hit the gas, bitch, I'm gone, I'm gone (Gas, I'm gone)

I might do the dash on 'em, just because (Woo)

Medals 'round my neck because I—

[24kGoldn:]

Pulled up in that full truck

Made it drop down like her skirt, skrrt

Lames talking that bullshit

Well that bullshit ain't gon' work, work

New crib got a good view

Bring the hood through, what I could do

Lil' baby, she know that I'm worth it

Can't tell me that I don't deserve (Ayy)

Billion bucks if you want this deluxe

Baby, I feel expensive, okay

Yeah, I came from the cut and I ran that shit up

Just to spend it and splurge with the gang

Watch me not give a fuck 'cause it's up and it's stuck

Baby, I'm never going away

Feel like AI when I hit the stage

Never practice, but I came to play (Play)

[Ty Dolla $ign:]

Medals 'round my neck because I won, I won (Won, I won)

Now my momma set 'cause I won, I won (Won, I won)

Out here makin' bands, do what I want (What I want)

Greedy with the phone, I get what I want (What I want)

Skrrt to Hidden Hills up to 101 (101)

She just wanna chill on some one-on-one (One-on-one)

I just hit the gas, bitch, I'm gone, I'm gone (Gas, I'm gone)

I might do the dash on 'em, just because (Woo)

Medals 'round my neck because I w-w-won (Won, won)

Lil Boi (Big Talk Remix) lyrics - Ayanis & Jack Harlow

[Ayanis:]

Love me right, keep it real

Guess that's too demanding

Could have a real one by your side

But you out here chasing panties

I take it you never had

Someone to teach you what a man is

If that's the case, either way

He can't undo the damage

Ooh

Tell me why would you

Sell me all of these dreams that I bought into

I'm just another bed

You, tried to lie your way to

But you could never, better up you standards, oh-oh-oh

I'm talkin' that big talk

Big boy, big talk

If you ain't no big boss, then what you here for?

Is your car in your name?

Can I come to your place?

Or is it where your girl stay?

Ain't with them games

I'm off that lil' boy shit

I'm off that lil' boy shit

Only speak big talk, big talk

You gotta be a big dog, big dog

I'm off that lil' boy shit

I'm off that lil' boy shit

I'm, I'm, I'm talkin' that big talk

Big talk, big talk, big talk, yeah

[Jack Harlow:]

(Ooh), what she say?

She said, "You a little too young for me"

I got a few cousins around that age

That I could hook you up with if you wanna see

Nah, I'm cool on your family

You ain't gotta treat me like I'm just a teen

I'm twenty-two going on twenty-three

And I keep real good company (I do)

And I got my own my damn company (I do)

Give you anything that you want from me (That's facts)

Take you any place that you wanna see

A hundred G's ain't nothin' to me and that's facts

I don't wanna backtrack (Nah)

Talk big talk and I'm gonna back that

You need a young man but you want a bagdad

Flight to the middle east, get your bag packed

[Ayanis:]

I'm talkin' that big talk

Big boy, big talk

If you ain't no big boss, then what you here for?

Is your car in your name?

Can I come to your place?

Or is it where your girl stay?

Ain't with them games

I'm off that lil' boy shit

I'm off that lil' boy shit

Only speak big talk, big talk

You gotta be a big dog, big dog

I'm off that lil' boy shit

I'm off that lil' boy shit

I'm, I'm, I'm talkin' that big talk

Big talk, big talk, big talk, yeah

Tell what you livin' like

If I can't even spend the night?

I heard all about your type

What a fucking waste of time

How you give me shit for effort?

Then can't keep your shit together

Ain't the type to wait forever

Forever-ever-ever-ever

Ooh

Tell me why would you

Sell me all of these dreams that I bought into

I'm just another bed

You, tried to lie your way to

But you could never, better up you standards, oh-oh-oh

I'm talkin' that big talk

Big boy, big talk

If you ain't no big boss, then what you here for?

Is your car in your name?

Can I come to your place?

Or is it where your girl stay?

Ain't with them games

I'm off that lil' boy shit

I'm off that lil' boy shit

Only speak big talk, big talk

You gotta be a big dog, big dog

I'm off that lil' boy shit

I'm off that lil' boy shit

I'm, I'm, I'm talkin' that big talk

Big talk, big talk, big talk, yeah

Big talk, yeah

Big talk, big talk, big talk, yeah

Big talk, big talk, big talk, yeah

Lovin On Me lyrrics - Jack Harlow

I don't like no whips and chains, and you can't tie me down

But you can whip your lovin' on me, baby

Whip your lovin' on me, baby

I'm vanilla, baby

I'll choke you, but I ain't no killa, baby

She twenty-eight, tellin' me I'm still a baby

I get love in Detroit like Skilla, baby

And the thing about ya boy is

I don't like no whips and chains, and you can't tie me down

But you can whip your lovin' on me, baby

Whip your lovin' on me, baby

Young J-A-cock AKA Rico like Suave, Young Enrique

Speakin' of AKA, she's a Alpha

But not around ya boy

She get quiet 'round ya boy, hold on

Don't know what you heard or what you thought about ya boy

But they lied about ya boy

Goin' dumb, man, it's some idiotic 'bout ya boy

She wearin' cheetah print

That's how bad she wanna be spotted 'round ya boy

I don't like no whips and chains, and you can't tie me down

But you can whip your lovin' on me, baby

Whip your lovin' on me

I'm vanilla, baby

I'll choke you, but I ain't no killa, baby

She twenty-eight, tellin' me I'm still a baby

I get love in Detroit like Skilla, baby

And the thing about ya boy is

I don't like no whips and chains, and you can't tie me down

But you can whip your lovin' on me, baby

Whip your lovin' on me, baby

Young M-I-S-S-I-O-N-A-R-Y

He's sharp like barbed wire

She stole my heart then she got archived

I keep it short with a bitch, Lord Farquaad

All the girls in the front row

All the girls at the barricade

All the girls that been waitin' all day

Let your tongue hang out

Fuck everything

If you came with a man

Let go of his hand

Everybody in a suite, kickin' up they feet

Stand up, bitch, dance

And all the guys in the back waitin' on the next track

Cut ya boy a little slack

It's young Jack

I'm vanilla, baby

I'll choke you, but I ain't no killa, baby

She twenty-eight, tellin' me I'm still a baby

I get love in Detroit like Skilla, baby

And the thing about ya boy is

I don't like no whips and chains, and you can't tie me down

But you can whip your lovin' on me, baby

Whip your lovin' on me, baby

I don't like no whips and chains, and you can't tie me down

But you can whip your lovin' on me, baby

Whip your lovin' on me, baby

Moana lyrics - G-Eazy & Jack Harlow

(Zaytoven)

[Jack Harlow:]

I don't wanna hear about no drama (Nada)

The check ain't right if it ain't no commas (Ooh)

Know she been saying that she's faithful to you (Faithful)

But she been lying like Osama (Like Osama)

I miss Obama (I do)

I went to Drama's, he got his own sauna

Better come get her, 'cause your ho on us

Got a bitch from Samoa, look like Moana (Ooh)

Smoking on marijuana (Uh)

Go ahead and roll one up (Uh)

I got a whole squad, got a whole lineup (Yee)

Oh, you tryna put a show on, huh? (Ayy, uh)

[G-Eazy:]

Here I go, na, na

I know a Keisha and I know Lana

They try to get me back, but I'm like, "No, nah, nah"

I'm sorry, I don't want no drama, nah

That's a hard no, pass

My house real big and my car go fast

In the club smokin' Jack Harlow's gas

But I'm about to do the drugs that Carlos has

Old Miami Vice, 'bout to AT4 it

But I don't show up if they don't pay me for it

New York, party on the eighteenth floor

But her ass so fat that I can't ignore it

Woo, I go crazy for it

But to ride the rides, you gotta be eighteen for it

No games, just some foreplay before it

And the sex so good, she wanna pay me for it, no

[Jack Harlow:]

I don't wanna hear about no drama (Nada)

The check ain't right if it ain't no commas (Ooh)

Know she been saying that she's faithful to you (Faithful)

But she been lying like Osama (Like Osama)

I miss Obama (I do)

I went to Drama's, he got his own sauna (It's true)

Better come get her, 'cause your ho on us

Got a bitch from Samoa, look like Moana (Ooh)

Smoking on marijuana (Uh)

Go ahead and roll one up (Uh)

I got a whole squad, got a whole lineup (I got a)

Oh, you tryna put a show on, huh?

Ayy

Oh, you tryna put a show on?

Sipping on CÎROC got me so gone

And her best friend bad too

Told me don't mess with her like the Zohan (Wait, wait)

Wait a second, hold on

Why you still got your clothes on? (Why you, why?)

I ain't hit this shit in so long (It's been a minute)

But once I hit it, so long

Shit soaking (Soaking)

Bad bitches put me in they close friends (They do)

From Sactown all the way to Oakland

I get it thumping, got this bitch jumping

I don't wanna hear about no drama (Nada)

The check ain't right if it ain't no commas (Ooh)

Know she been saying that she's faithful to you (Faithful)

But she been lying like Osama (Like Osama)

I miss Obama (I do)

I went to Drama's, he got his own sauna (It's true)

Better come get her, 'cause your ho on us

Got a bitch from Samoa, look like Moana (Ooh)

Smoking on marijuana (Uh)

Go ahead and roll one up (Uh)

I got a whole squad, got a whole lineup (I got a)

Oh, you tryna put a show on, huh?

No Hero Freestyle lyrics - Jack Harlow

(Yuh)

I am no hero, I just write verses

I tip my hat to the doctors and the nurses

Nilan bring the styrofoam carry out into my home

Before I touch the box I gotta disinfect the surface

My career would be screwed without the Internet for certain

So I assume if this had happened back in '85

Artist probably woulda had to get some separate work in

Even now, off the road missin' checks is hurtin'

She gettin' freaky on the FaceTime for me

Cause it might just be a while before we gettin' sex in person

Just a month ago shit was picturesque and perfect

Wish that I can said that things were gettin less concern in' but instead

I'm having dark thoughts late at night

Triggering me to text my parents, beggin' them to stay inside

It's bad news stacking up, looking for a ray of shine

Something we could turn to someone that'll say it's fine

Cause the dead things just taking lives

And it wants to takes its time

No amount of money or celebrity can change its mind

Life's coming to a halt that all mean the same as mine

It's fucked up

NOTHIN lyrics - Problem, Jack Harlow & Jay Rock

[Jack Harlow:]

It ain't nothin' to a boss (Mm)

The fellas you be with, they got you huffin' the exhaust (Mm)

Wonder how we do it, man, it's somethin' in the sauce (Mm)

Butterflies in my stomach when she touchin' on my drawers (Mm)

All my brothers dressin' like they comin' out the closet (Mm)

Prolly why we starin' at discussion when we flossin' (Mm)

Quite the contrary, though, we bussin' on your bros (Mm)

We don't ever cuff 'em, no, we fuck 'em in the car, like some (Mm)

(Yeah) Like some other fuckin' dawgs (Hey)

That's just how I'm livin', it ain't nothin' we was taught (Oh)

My baby, Shady was, I guess I'm gon' go get some thot (Oh)

I need to cash in the bank until it's busting' out the vault (Mm)

They don't wanna see me ball (Uh)

Came up out the city, had 'em cussin' at the walls (Mm)

I'm just a youngin' with some flaws

I got people takin' pictures while I'm struttin' through the mall

[Problem:]

What? What?

They ain't pasta with the sauce (What?)

That's why they got robbed, repercussions when they floss (Right)

Get your mind right, disconnect from all those orbs (On God)

Friend or foe, you hear me? That's selection with your heart, boy (Yeah)

Yeah, pray we never take another loss (Never)

Never had to pay for no protection from the park (Never)

Why, you the type that's scared of your reflection in the dark

You got any misconceptions, let's address it from the start, nigga

Baby hopin' that I plug (Ooh)

If I hit her with it, better act like she in love (Ooh)

These niggas in their feelings, bro, I blame it on the drugs

Come to California, get to knuckin' if you buck, bruh (Knuck if you buck, boy)

Diamond Lane, throw it, boy (What?)

Grindin' with precision, keep the gang goin' up

GRAMMYs or the 'Grams, we ain't stuntin' for no flick shit

But we still do it for the cam, shoutout Dipset (What?)

Stop playin'

[Jack Harlow:]

It ain't nothin' to a boss (Mm)

The fellas you be with, they got you huffin' the exhaust (Mm)

Wonder how we do it, man, it's somethin' in the sauce (Mm)

Butterflies in my stomach when she touchin' on my drawers (Mm)

All my brothers dressin' like they comin' out the closet (Mm)

Prolly why we starin' at discussion when we flossin' (Mm)

Quite the contrary, though, we bussin' on your bros (Mm)

We don't ever cuff 'em, no, we fuck 'em in the car, like some (Mm)

(Yeah) Like some other fuckin' dawgs (Hey)

That's just how I'm livin', it ain't nothin' we was taught (Oh)

My baby, Shady was, I guess I'm gon' go get some thot (Oh)

I need to cash in the bank until it's busting' out the vault (Mm)

They don't wanna see me ball (Uh)

Came up out the city, had 'em cussin' at the walls (Mm)

I'm just a youngin' with some flaws

I got people takin' pictures while I'm struttin' through the mall

[Jay Rock:]

I'm 'bout to heavy bag this shit

Lock a nigga state to state with a bag of bricks, he know

Possible he could get cracked with this

But I'm on my midnight train, on my Gladys shit

He thought get it brackin' for my establishment

Under full court pressure, fade back and swish

B-roll, keep a redbone stallion for sport

Keep a lawyer on retainer, so I'm smilin' in court

He will be suprised what a hunnid bill dollar'll do

Meet your demands, pull up, talkin' to community property

If you got all the lottery and you bought all the property

It's a pussy monopoly, you better wake up

Better recognize what time is today

Whole time gotta survive, that's the play

It seems like I'm only two bars away

Eastside, five star like I'm on GTA

Stop Giving Me Advice lyrics - Dave & Jack Harlow

Bom, bom, bom, bom, bom

Huh

Have you ever raised the value of everyone around you?

Have you ever been so high they got to down you?

Think pieces gettin' written about you

Have you ever been to Italy and eaten Italian?

Have you ever signed a deal that came with a medallion?

Have you ever booked the club and came with a battalion?

Have you been to Montana and seen the mountains?

Have you ever looked around and felt the profound sense of pride?

Have you ever had to hide where exactly you reside?

Have you been to the Waffle House on Northside?

Have you ever made a popstar wanna be your bride?

Have you hugged someone and they cried?

Have you had your heroes sit you down and give you the guide?

Have you ever spoken somethin' into existence

Or do you just talk about other people's lives?

Stop givin' me advice (Bom, bom, bom, bom)

Stop givin' me—, tsch

Stop givin' me advice

Stop

All this unsolicited advice from the guys gettin' booked for a quarter of my price

All this red carpet shit, brand partnerships, I must've let y'all forget that boy nice

No Sprite, but life givin' me lemons with the limelight (Bom, bom, bom, bom)

It's fine, victory's mine

I lost the desire for bein' intimate at the end of my nights

I can do that at the end of my life

You know the phrase is "Business before pleasure"

'Cause I'm bankin' on it bringin' me more pleasure

The pressure makes diamonds, and diamonds make more pressure

And so on and so forth, okay, I'll give your four more measures

And more records with more effort than ever before

I'm the youngin' on the team that's got a veteran court

They know the formula, just give him space and let him record

And just remember what he said on the chorus

Stop givin' me advice (Bom, bom, bom, bom)

Stop givin' me—, tsch

Stop givin' me advice

Stop

Stop givin' me advice (Yeah)

Stop givin' me—, tsch (Yeah)

Stop givin' me advice (Yeah)

Stop

I know you feel love, feel shame, feel pride, I can see it in your eyes

I met a fan at work, he told me it's his job on the side

As if I'm unimpressed by his every day life

Niggas die every day, need us every day life

The women that you idolise can never play wife to me

When you done as many flights as me, long nights as me

Took as many left turns to make right as me

I'm in the middle of the veil like a bride to be, that's why I like to— (Bom, bom, bom, bom)

Yeah, you left somebody that you love at the bottom of a mountain

'Cah they afraid to climb it, have you changed your climate?

Had her Insta' and made her change to private?

Had to fly economy and make her change to private?

Seen your nigga get nicked, and then go and catch a case just like him?

Brought her to the game and she ain't excited

Probably 'cah my mum sat courtside 'fore I did

Am I sick if I say I like women with mileage and trips to Knightsbridge?

Aunt Jemima, trips in the park with my oldest rider

To test out the 9 like I loaned a striker

I'm a lone survivor, and the way I spell lone is A-L-O-A-N

I don't ever wanna spend on a ho again

But I'm a fuckin' feminist, so I go again

I'm on the road again, yeah (Bom, bom, bom, bom)

You can't control what the heart feels

You soon go broke, I see you blowin' it far still

Death row, you niggas down to your last meal

You ever signed a seven-figure deal and the birds quill?

Can't even call it breakfast, 'cah it wasn't your first mill'

Forgotten birthdays, but remember your verse still, yeah

You ever fucked a super model and it sounds like skeletons dancin'?

You feel numb to the praise and the memories passin'?

You ever robbed someone and it sounds like askin'?

Didn't have no food, so you'd disguise it as fastin'

Had drugs, abuse perfumes tryna mask it (Bom, bom, bom, bom)

You ever lived the life of an artist, escapin' darkness?

Fines and you're payin' for parkin'

You can tell how she fucked by the way that she glancing

Your communication's bad, but you're rich, so she givin' you chances

And pretty women givin' you dances

I come with a pole, but she more Oliver than Francis

You ever been—

Stop givin' me advice (Bom, bom, bom, bom)

Stop givin' me—, tsch

Stop givin' me advice

Stop

Stop givin' me advice

Stop givin' me—, tsch

Stop givin' me advice

Stopfle House on Northside? Have you ever made a popstar wanna be your bride? Have you hugged someone and they cried? Have you had your heroes sit you down and give you the guide? Have you ever spoken somethin' into existence Or do you just talk about other people's lives? Stop givin' me advice (Bom, bom, bom, bom) Stop givin' me—, tsch Stop givin' me advice Stop All this unsolicited advice from the guys gettin' booked for a quarter of my price All this red carpet shit, brand partnerships, I must've let y'all forget that boy nice No Sprite, but life givin' me lemons with the limelight (Bom, bom, bom, bom) It's fine, victory's mine I lost the desire for bein' intimate at the end of my nights I can do that at the end of my life You know the phrase is "Business before pleasure" 'Cause I'm bankin' on it bringin' me more pleasure The pressure makes diamonds, and diamonds make more pressure And so on and so forth, okay, I'll give your four more measures And more records with more effort than ever before I'm the youngin' on the team that's got a veteran court They know the formula, just give him space and let him record And just remember what he said on the chorus Stop givin' me advice (Bom, bom, bom, bom) Stop givin' me—, tsch Stop givin' me advice Stop Stop givin' me advice (Yeah) Stop givin' me—, tsch (Yeah) Stop givin' me advice (Yeah) Stop I know you feel love, feel shame, feel pride, I can see it in your eyes I met a fan at work, he told me it's his job on the side As if I'm unimpressed by his every day life Niggas die every day, need us every day life The women that you idolise can never play wife to me When you done as many flights as me, long nights as me Took as many left turns to make right as me I'm in the middle of the veil like a bride to be, that's why I like to— (Bom, bom, bom, bom) Yeah, you left somebody that you love at the bottom of a mountain 'Cah they afraid to climb it, have you changed your climate? Had her Insta' and made her change to private? Had to fly economy and make her change to private? Seen your nigga get nicked, and then go and catch a case just like him? Brought her to the game and she ain't excited Probably 'cah my mum sat courtside 'fore I did Am I sick if I say I like women with mileage and trips to Knightsbridge? Aunt Jemima, trips in the park with my oldest rider To test out the 9 like I loaned a striker I'm a lone survivor, and the way I spell lone is A-L-O-A-N I don't ever wanna spend on a ho again But I'm a fuckin' feminist, so I go again I'm on the road again, yeah (Bom, bom, bom, bom) You can't control what the heart feels You soon go broke, I see you blowin' it far still Death row, you niggas down to your last meal You ever signed a seven-figure deal and the birds quill? Can't even call it breakfast, 'cah it wasn't your first mill' Forgotten birthdays, but remember your verse still, yeah You ever fucked a super model and it sounds like skeletons dancin'? You feel numb to the praise and the memories passin'? You ever robbed someone and it sounds like askin'? Didn't have no food, so you'd disguise it as fastin' Had drugs, abuse perfumes tryna mask it (Bom, bom, bom, bom) You ever lived the life of an artist, escapin' darkness? Fines and you're payin' for parkin' You can tell how she fucked by the way that she glancing Your communication's bad, but you're rich, so she givin' you chances And pretty women givin' you dances I come with a pole, but she more Oliver than Francis You ever been— Stop givin' me advice (Bom, bom, bom, bom) Stop givin' me—, tsch Stop givin' me advice Stop Stop givin' me advice Stop givin' me—, tsch Stop givin' me advice Stop

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

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 fuckin' 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 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

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)

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

Throwing Stones lyrics - Jack Harlow (feat. Drake)

[Jack Harlow:]

Sometimes when I sit back and really let it register

I did everything I said I would, and said it first

I mean the world's in denial, but they all know what I'm headed for

Ah

We 'bout to feed these youngins to the metaverse

Meanwhile I'm over here just tryna pen a verse

'Cause I'm done bein' extra with the extroverts

The label used to wonder how I'm supposed to stand next to Vert

Prolly never thought that I would get these legs to work

I work hard, but hard shit don't need no extra work

That's why I show up in a sweatshirt and let it burn

The world's mine, I just say, "Fuck it, let it turn"

The girl's mine, I just say, "Fuck it, have a turn"

The G.O.A.T.s call me to the side like, "Can we have a word?"

I could've fronted but I did this shit how I preferred (I preferred)

I know I should be humble, but it's somethin' I just haven't learned

Soon enough I have to make these bad habits burn

Soon enough we 'bout to come and get the shit we earn

You not a fan now, but I remember when you used to be fanned out

I'm guessin' when the whole world loves you, people only got one way to stand out

All that time in the kitchen finally panned out

I put some flavor in a pot and took the bland out

I know my grandpa would have a heart attack if I pulled a hunnid grand out

So I'm not gonna pull a hunnid grand out

I'm hip-hop, do you fully understand?

Fully automatic with the jams and they don't jam

At the shows I'm 'bout to start handin' out programs

'Cause y'all need to get with the program

I'm a grown ass man, call me pops

Fuck around and take your phone ass man

Everybody know Jack, but they don't know Jack, man

They just know I got the flow, goddamn, ooh

[Drake:]

Yeah

Yeah

Cold hearts and heated floors, no parental guidance I just see divorce

Therapy sessions, I'm in the waiting room, readin' Forbes

Abandonment issues I'm gettin' treated for

How much water can I fit under the bridge before it overflows?

My son's gotta learn that forgiveness is a lonely road

The cribs on his wheel like motor homes

Niggas love to try and test us like they know what we on

Chubb's got the magazine cover like Rolling Stone

'Cause we already know how they rock, they throwin' stones

Whenever you gettin' bigger, there's growin' pains

I got enough pull to make the city start throwin' games

I'm out here makin' a mockery

I got my realtor out here playin' Monopoly

How can I address you when you don't own property?

They only finesse you when you don't move properly

Destined for the win, but you don't get a prize out of me

I'm destined for the top, but you can't get a rise out of me

Seven-fifty for the round, canaries, and they glitterin'

Man, you niggas drop trash, you littering

I'm overdelivering to the point, it's belittling

I mean, the PTSD is triggering, the profit is sickening

The stones is shimmering, came from the north

But I got hot as fuck, so ain't no shivering, yeah

Lucky me, people that don't fuck with me

Are linkin' up with people that don't fuck with me to fuck with me

This shit is getting ugly

And every single situation is transactional

And every thing they sayin' is irrational

And every way they movin' is promotional

Everybody's actin' irreplacable, it's like they ain't disposable

My urges for revenge are uncontrollable

I know we're gettin' older though, yeah

But I gotta get a nigga back for that

It's non-negotiable, it's not even debatable

I'm gettin' so rich, my music's not even relatable

I blow ahead up, it's an inflatable

Baby blue G class, I feel like a kid again

Prayin' on my downfall don't make you religious, man

All I hear is plug talk comin' from middleman

All I hear is tall tales comin' from little men

When I say "Bitch", I'm very rarely referring to women

Most of the bitches I know are niggas, they not even women

I know that sounds like I'm being funny, I'm not even kidding

Same ones that say they run the game when they not even in it

To be honest, y'all financial situations my biggest motivation

And how you should take that statement is based on what you makin'

Whips and chains like a dominatrix, wap, pssh

If I see ya', I spit in ya' faces, ha-tu

Daytonas with the green faces

Kentucky derby races, my presence in the spot is so abrasive

Boxxed up the Churchill downs, that's motivation, yeah

And shorty like, "You know that boy Jack is goin' places"

I know

Yeah

Two Toned lyrics - Jack Harlow

Pale skinned sunburnt got me lookin' two toned

Specs on no contacts like a new phone

Lookin' in the mirror man I'm too grown

Pubes so long it's like my dick got a Jew fro

And my girl never ask me to trim it

That's real shit go ahead imagine the image

I'm the man you ain't even got to ask if I'm with it

And you ain't ready for the game

Go on back to the scrimmage

Lookin' pissed off when they rollin' past me

Tell the truth I ain't even know we had beef

I guess it must be cause the flow is nasty

Said it's H.A.R. and she know the last three

Woke up this morning feeling halfway optimistic

And until I got to school I was glad that I was livin'

Shits depressing every class I'm feelin' distant

I can't focus when I know I'll just be rappin' for a living

Tryna' get my groove on like I'm Kuzco

Drop a new song then I move dope

Young Frank Underwood these rappers Peter Russo

Won't stop till I'm big ballin like Manute Bol

Tell em keep on moving the belt

So these manufactured rappers looking stupid as hell

I wonder what it's like to not be true to yourself

Cause I've been doing my thing and I've been doing it well

I'm the man in my city they like damn when they see me

Mini vans full of fans and they playing my CD

At my shows on they toes tryna stand up and see me

If these neighborhood kids had the chance

They would be me yup

Pale skinned sunburnt got me lookin' two toned

Specs on no contacts like a new phone

Specs on no contacts like a new phone

Fresh up out the oven Ima serve it crispy

I know these rappers wish that they was working with me

I know most these soccer moms prolly turning fifty

But I'm on the sidelines and they flirting with me

Touching on my biceps askin if I've grown

Playing with my curls and she laughing at my jokes

I can tell she want it Ima take it if I get the chance

Next thing I know I'm in the back of the mini van

Young Harlow I got the sauce boy

Feeling like a boss Rick Ross voice (huh)

Putting bets against me that's the wrong choice

Whole team wavey yeah we looking like a convoy

Swagger on a hundred fifty

I hear them talk a lot but they ain't fucking with me

I think these local artists need another city

Cause I ain't backing down until they come and get me

I'm the man in my city they like damn when they see me

Mini vans full of fans and they playing my CD

At my shows on they toes tryna stand up and see me

If these neighborhood kids had the chance they would be me

Pale skinned sunburnt got me lookin' two toned

Specs on no contacts like a new phone

Specs on no contacts like a new phone

XXL Freshman 2020 - Jack Harlow Freestyle lyrics - Jack Harlow

Welcome to the season finale

Gotta move without mistakes 'cause they keepin' a tally

We had plans of makin' millions, then leavin' for Cali'

Now the city's on fire, even in Cali', postponed

Last night the people learned how to throw stones

So they shootin' gas at 'em to make sure they go home

In the past, it ain't last, but it's all changed

The word is un-turned, how we leavin' no stone

Killed him outside and they left him stone-cold

Left 'em on the street and left his family with a broke home

Barbecue man with a business, home grown

Even gave away plates to the fellas on patrol

Everybody knows that never tell you, "I don't know"

Stories for my grandkids, I can't tell if I don't go

Did you come to smash your skateboard against the glass

Or are you down for the cause? It's hard to tell in all the smoke

These times got me readin' the Times

Lord knows my whole life we been seein' the signs

Rather turn a blind eye just to think that it's fine

Is the change gon' come and if it does, will we see it in time?

There's men that went to war and put their dreamin' aside

Before they left, found a girl to put their semen inside

Knowin' well a child's all that they leavin' behind

We keep it goin' 'til it's the end of time

XXL Freshmen 2020 Cypher - Part 1 lyrics - Jack Harlow, Lil Keed, Polo G

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Brr)

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Jetson made another one, haha

Oh Lord, Jetson made another one

[Jack Harlow:]

Ooh, I'm that man

I can't trip 'cause it's way off-brand

I had plans for the playoffs, damn

City used to hate, but I made y'all fans

Aw man, I hit 'em both way, ain't y'all friends?

She know how to cook and take off pants

Flow relaxed, but I ain't on Xan

I'm T'd up like Jake Austin

If you got an issue, then say somethin'

Used to do shows, I ain't make nothin'

Now I got bread, but I ain't content

Y'all so street, nah, I ain't convinced

That's just somethin' that you came up with

I just want someone to lay up with

I call her babe, but she know I can't marry her

Ciroc cranberry, my shit classic, Tom & Jerry

Lot of commentary, shit seem cool, but it's gotten scary

Fuck the game up, I'm poppin' cherries

At the mall, they stop and staring

I got birds, but they not canary

Keed talk to 'em (Yeah)

[Lil Keed:]

Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, sla-slatt, slatty, slatty

Hop in a Jag' or a 'Cat, I'm goin' crazy, or I get lazy

Cranberry Burberry shirt, put my pants grape

Nigga play with S-L-I-M-E, get sprayed

Race to the K, got a chop, woo, woo

Seal on the paints, on the wraps, woo, woo

Pounds in the bookbag like I'm goin' to school

Got sticks in the jean, got spreads on the shoes

Ooh, get wavy, ooh, biscotti blunt

Ooh, I face it, I'm comin' with cadence

Yeah, Slime, Polo

Yeah, yeah, Keed talk to 'em

[Polo G:]

And I'm really in my bag, she want it, I'm payin' for it

Bitch, I put in blood, sweat, and tears, and I ran for it

Trappin' just to make a way, got stuck up in that jam for it

Bag of chip died, know I couldn't put out my hand for it

Now I'm that nigga in my city and yours

I'm so quick to put them in they place like a landlord

They gon' kill what you believe if you don't make a stand for it, look

I got niggas mad, 'cause I'm blessed and I'm winnin'

Only if they really knew this was just the beginnin'

With that weapon he spinnin', Smith & Wesson was spittin'

This hot shit'll cook your noodle in less than a minute

Kick in his door and put that sawed in his mouth

I'll have my killers come and paint the walls in his house

Deactivate his soul, hollows loggin' him out

Lost his mind, seen that blood from his dawg spillin' out

I was on the frontline, standin' tall in the drought

I been goin' hard like I gotta ball for the scouts

Bipolar with my love, 'cause I fall in and out

These new generation gangsters do it all for the clout

Put the whole hood on my back, I had to carry ya

Odds stacked against me, nun' but crime in my area

First-generation millionaire, I had to break the barriers

Tryna open up my third eye, it's only gettin' scarier

Damn, a new disease dropped, causin' mass hysteria

It's always some bullshit, welcome to America, nigga

[Outro:]

Yeah, Jetson made another one, aha

Oh Lord, Jetson made another one

Yikes lyrics - Jack Harlow

(from "SCOOB!" soundtrack)

Bombo by the way

Yikes (Yikes), might get spooky (Ooh)

Scary hours but we ain't afraid to do it

Tastes like candy, yuh, I might chew it (I might)

Tastes like candy, yuh, I might lose it (I might)

Yikes (Yikes), might get spooky (Ooh)

Scary hours but we ain't afraid to do it

Tastes like candy, yuh, I might chew it (I might)

Tastes like candy, yuh, I might lose it (I might)

I seen a figure in the fog

Hope it isn't quicker than my dawg

I've seen things that would make you shiver if you saw

She said I got whiskers and some paws

'Cause baby, I'm a dawg

Late night, cruisin'

Something's out there and I don't know if it's human

Duckin' from the Metro, just like Boomin

Shawty is a snack and we woke up spoonin' (Woke up spoonin')

Back off the leash (Leash)

Same back streets that made me a beast (Beast)

I told her, "Sheesh, wanna see a ghost? Just hop in with me" (Ayy)

Hop in with me (Come on)

Yikes (Yikes), might get spooky (Ooh)

Scary hours but we ain't afraid to do it

Tastes like candy, yuh, I might chew it (I might)

Tastes like candy, yuh, I might lose it (I might)

Yikes (Yikes), might get spooky (Ooh)

Scary hours but we ain't afraid to do it

Tastes like candy, yuh, I might chew it (I might)

Tastes like candy, yuh, I might lose it (I might)

I'm in a blue and green (Green), Mystery Machine ('Chine)

Hands on the wheel and I'm sittin' with the -

My dawg in the shotgun, ooh, I think we got one

Ooh, and it's a hot one

Ayy, moonlight shinin' (Shinin')

Bouncing' off my diamonds, she treat me like I'm Simon

Followin' instructions, all up in the function (Hey)

See me with somebody, now she caught up with assumptions

(Rightfully so)

Back off the leash (Leash)

Same back streets that made me a beast (Beast)

I told her, "Sheesh, wanna see a ghost? Just hop in with me" (Ayy)

Hop in with me (Come on)

Yikes (Yikes), might get spooky (Ooh)

Scary hours but we ain't afraid to do it

Tastes like candy, yuh, I might chew it (I might)

Tastes like candy, yuh, I might lose it (I might)

Yikes (Yikes), might get spooky (Ooh)

Scary hours but we ain't afraid to do it

Tastes like candy, yuh, I might chew it (I might)

Tastes like candy, yuh, I might lose it (I might)