WHATS POPPIN lyrics - Jack Harlow
What's poppin'? (Pooh, you a fool for this one)
Brand new whip just hopped in (Just hopped in)
I got options (Oh Lord, Jetson made another one)
I could pass that bitch like Stockton (It ain't nothin')
Just joshin'
I'ma spend this holiday locked in (Ooh)
My body got rid of them toxins (Mmh, mmh)
SportsCenter, top ten
I could put the ball in the end zone, put a bad bitch in the friendzone, ooh
This shit sound like an intro, Jetson, give me that tempo, ooh
Told Pooh he a fool with this shit (He a fool)
Told her don't let her friends know (Don't)
In the 'Ville and I move like a don (Don)
Eating fettuccine at Vincenzo's
Me and my 'migos got that free smoke
On the West Coast, yeah, I'm talking 'bout pre-rolls (Pre-roll)
Dark haired bitch and she look like Shego (She do)
Hometown hero, feeling myself, can't murder my ego (Can't do it)
She heard of my deep stroke
She said, "Babe, does it hurt when I deep throat?" (It does)
Certified freak ho
Hang around us and she learnin' my lingo
Back then, wasn't worried 'bout me though
In the gym tryna work on my free throw
Goddamn
Spending money at the club like Sam's (Cha-ching)
Yes, ma'am
She a lil' freak on cam
But she don't put this on the 'Gram (Nah)
Lil' boys tryna diss on the 'Gram (Ayy)
I can't switch on the fam (Bitch)
Shit's hot, hit the switch on the fan (Hit that shit)
This where my head is (Listen)
I feel resentment from every direction
Even some homies be wearing expressions
I be discouraged from sharing my blessings (Damn)
We used to share a connection
Now it just feels like it's wearing and stretching
I'm getting real sick of taking advice
From people that never could stare at reflections (Ooh)
Somewhere in there is a lesson
Y'all ain't evolvin', it's very depressing
I'm at the club with the basketball team
Me and the Cardinals are sharing a section (Facts)
Gotta cherish the present
I'm drinking water and wearing protection
Got a career and I'm very invested
Some people call it a scary obsession (Ooh, period, but)
I like to call it a passion, I can't be sitting relaxin' (Nah, I can't)
PG, we getting some traction, I'm at the venue, it's packed in (Packed out)
I'm digging her accent
I got a B.B. Simon belt on me and she tryna get it unfastened
That's my type of distraction, that's my type and she Latin (That's facts, ooh)
Got my own flow and I'm 'bout to get a patent
Brand new sheets for the bed, they satin (Soft, real soft)
Y'all wasn't tuned in back then (Nah)
My swag, they keep jackin' (Keep on jackin')
I ain't doin' no verse, quit askin' (Quit askin')
What's poppin'? (Pooh, you a fool for this one)
Brand new whip just hopped in (Just hopped in)
I got options
I could pass that bitch like Stockton (It ain't nothin')
Just joshin'
I'ma spend this holiday locked in (Ooh)
My body got rid of them toxins (Mmh, mmh)
SportsCenter, top ten
2STYLISH lyrics - Jack Harlow
Too stylish
She too fly
Make me lose balance
Back it up, like we taking over for the '99
And the 2000's
The city that's mine
I need a new challenge
I can't tell if you 'bout it
I doubt it
Baddies at the club and they got ya boy surrounded
She want me to pound it
Said she want my kids but they grounded
I been staying focused, got me celibate
I could be selling dick
Now I'm in my element
Y'all boys irrelevant
Me and Jenius we got hella hits
I don't know what jealous is
Cause I ain't never felt the shit
Feeling like myself again
Feeling like the man
I got some stories I can tell my kids
You got some stories you can tell your friends
About my grace and my elegance
Too stylish
She too fly
Make me lose balance
Back it up, like we taking over for the '99
And the 2000's
The city that's mine
I need a new challenge
I can't tell if you 'bout it
She on that Smirnoff Ice
Get right to it we don't turn off lights
She done got some money now she wear Off White
Off of the white, got her turnt all night
All right (All right)
Them boys said on sight It's all lies
Big dog to these small fries
10s with me, you got all 5s
I might be the greatest all time
Too stylish
She too fly
Make me lose balance
Back it up like we taking over for the 99
And the 2000s
The city that's mine
I need a new challenge
I can't tell if you 'bout it
Too stylish
She too fly
Make me lose balance
Back it up like we taking over for the 99
And the 2000s
The city that's mine
I need a new challenge
I can't tell if you 'bout it
I WANNA SEE SOME ASS lyrics - Jack Harlow (feat. JetsonMade)
I wanna see some ass
I wanna see some ass
Baby can you do it like that
From the front to the back
She said I don't wanna move too fast
'Til she hit that gas Ciroc and the puff puff pass
Now the whole squad getting fucked up fast
She said Jack, where you been at?
On the road but I just got back
And I'm, sill flyier than a bitch
And ya boyfriend well he just not that
And I, don't know how to behave
I'ma tell her be safe
I don't need the pussy
I'ma tell her be safe
I got God with me
And he's telling me things
I wanna see some ass
I wanna see some ass
Baby can you do it like that
From the front to the back
She said I don't wanna move too fast
'Til she hit that gas Ciroc and the puff puff pass
Now the whole squad getting fucked up fast
I'm just tryna' see something
I ain't gotta say it
'Cause they know where we from
I got some money out the ATM
But I'm gonna keep some
Strip club, pre cum
Off of the liquor fell in love with a stripper
Now I'm asking where she from
As if we gon' be something
I wanna be something
Take my number down
You can hit me if you need something
Said she got three sons
Do you want four? 'Cause I need one
Do you got whores? 'Cause I'll be one
Going all night like the reruns
I wanna see some ass
I wanna see some ass
Baby can you do it like that
From the front to the back
She said I don't wanna move too fast
'Til she hit that gas Ciroc and the puff puff pass
Now the whole squad getting fucked up fast
SMELLS LIKE INCENSE lyrics - Jack Harlow
Aye
She already chose, why you trippin'?
She ain't that significant
Used to have a gimmick
Glad I never went big with it
Now I got the big wigs spendin'
I got Titos on the rocks
With some cranberry mixed in with it
She got a one bed one bath
And it smells like incense in it
I got a chick and she a bit dim-witted
But she real pretty and she slim thick with it
She let the whole imprint hit it
Now I'm cool I ain't got no real interest in it
I know my innocence gone
'Cause it's 80 proof liquor
All up in my system
I'ont jerk it when I'm finna get some
And it paid off for me 'cause I'm finishing strong
But I don't let the kids live long
'Cause the utilities and the renter's insurance is enough already
Tryna' do the right thing but I bluffed already
Tryna' take it slow but I cuffed already
She already chose, why you trippin'?
She ain't that significant
Used to have a gimmick
Glad I never went big with it
Now I got the big wigs spendin'
I got Titos on the rocks
With some cranberry mixed in with it
She got a one bed one bath
And it smells like incense in it
Dirty clothes on the floor
Polaroids on the door
Told her we should talk more
But I'm going on tour
Psych major she a sophomore
Honda Accord on the parking deck
Top floor, know its uncalled for
Got her on all fours
We was playing Uno
She said draw four
I said what you wearing drawers for
Bad biddies every city
Know that we got all sorts
My dawgs ride for me
Yeah, they on board
Treat the 2fo' beat just like a longboard
Fire code, at the show
They want an encore
Yeah they want an encore
She already chose, why you trippin'?
She ain't that significant
Used to have a gimmick
Glad I never went big with it
Now I got the big wigs spendin'
I got Titos on the rocks
With some cranberry mixed in with it
She got a one bed one bath
And it smells like incense in it
OUT FRONT lyrics - Jack Harlow
I know that you been waiting on me
I'm out front
I know you sick of playing these games
I'm 'bout done
I can turn this shit up a couple of thousand
Your man saying something but he ain't about nun
'Bout nun
'Bout nun
Mmm, how come?
Don't talk like that when you know the outcome
She been waiting 'til I drop
Let her play the album
Outdone
He been outdone
Lot of girls back home, but I'm thinking about one
Made rounds in my phone
But I'm leaving out someone
Someone
I-71 to Cane Run
I didn't wanna say nun
But I just think that
This ain't what you want girl
Can't front girl
I can't just be with one girl
Especially when you know how pussy runs the world
And it's running through my mind like whoa
Through my mind like
I know that you been waiting on me
I'm out front
I know you sick of playing these games
I'm 'bout done
I can turn this shit up a couple of thousand
Your man saying something but he ain't about nun
'Bout nun
'Bout nun
Mmm, how come?
Don't talk like that when you know the outcome
She been waiting 'til I drop
Let her play the album
Gon' play that shit
Gon' play that shit
I was thinking 'bout you
When I made that shit
Okay, me and that girl got the same accent
'Cause she's a hometown baby
Could you put your phone down maybe
You been showing out lately
She just want to spend a little quality time
I-65 on a late night drive
And I'm going bout 80
Maybe I been going 'bout it all wrong
Sometimes I just need someone to call on
What I'm gon' do when they all gone?
I know that you been waiting on me
I'm out front
I know you sick of playing these games
I'm 'bout done
I can turn this shit up a couple of thousand
Your man saying something but he ain't about nun
'Bout nun
'Bout nun
Mmm, how come?
Don't talk like that when you know the outcome
She been waiting 'til I drop
Let her play the album
Gon' play that shit
Gon' play that shit
I was thinking 'bout you
When I made that shit
HEY BIG HEAD lyrics - Jack Harlow
Hey big head
I'm locked in tryna' make this bread
I can't keep on giving you time
I got cash to make instead
She wanna fuck me one on one
We might run that train instead
Me and my friend just like twins
Same nutsack and the same dick head
Seen that bitch and we ain't impressed
Thick brunette and she came from Lex
Phone got bugs and they ain't insects
Feds tuned in when I send my texts
Ain't nobody worried about if I'm next
'Cause they know I'm next
I thank god I know I'm blessed
I recall when you threw shade
I can let that shit go I guess
I'm locked in had to go out less
Everybody act like they know best
Her boyfriend ain't fresh
Look like someone I'm gon' outdress
She's so wet had to hold my breath
Ain't hit since she know I'm pressed
Show my chest let me flex bitch
In the flesh got connects down in Texas
Pussy juice side of eggs
That's my breakfast
Suga momma 56 off of Craigslist
Can we have a threesome with your fucking best friend?
I ain't talking Florida when I say I'm destined
She ain't know my money taller than a Westin
Hotel got your bitches checked in
Ex chick salty just like Chex Mix
Cop a plane ticket for my new chick once the check hits
I come from a city that is very much eclectic
But it's got another side to it that gets hectic
Shorty that I mess with got a friend that's a detective
She gon' run surveillance just to find out who I slept with
All my jewelry gifted
Just like me ain't bought a necklace
I'm not young and reckless
Bitch I'm cool calm and collected
Flexin'
I'm the one that she texting
Lightskin from DC like the redskins
These rappers falling off just like dead skin
I set trends, next up no question
ONCE MAY COMES lyrics - Jack Harlow
If you wondering what may come from it
Once May comes then we graduate for the summer
'Til then, lock in
Watch the cake come from it
Pray to God we break one hundred
Once you get it popping
Watch the hate come from it
Chicks I used to chase come from it
I can ask my bro he gonna stay one hundred with me
I know what they talking about now
And my Brodie he got principles
Don't often back down
And I think they gone tell me when I'm off the track now
But as for right now man I'm off in this bitch
About to set it off in this bitch
We don't often get missed
At least not how we used to in the old days
Heat rock what we groove to
And they all say
You could put a milli on us
You could put a milli on us
I can keep it really honest
They fuck with you
But see they really on us
You can put a milli on us
If you wondering what may come from it
Once May comes then we graduate for the summer
'Til then, lock in
Watch the cake come from it
Pray to God we break one hundred
Once you get it popping
Watch the hate come from it
Chicks I used to chase come from it
I can ask my bro he gonna stay one hundred with me
I know what they talking about now
And my Brodie he got principles
Don't often back down
And I think they gone tell me when I'm off the track now
But as for right now man I'm off in this bitch
About to set it off in this bitch
We don't often get missed
At least not how we used to in the old days
Heat rock what we groove to
And they all say
You could put a milli on us
You could put a milli on us
I can keep it really honest
They fuck with you
But see they really on us
You can put a milli on us
You could put a milli on us
You could put a milli on us
I can keep it really honest
They fuck with you
But see they really on us
You can put a milli on us
GHOST lyrics - Jack Harlow
Gangsta
Gangsta Grillz
I know that we got it, I might even guarantee it
When she top me up, it turn me right into a parapalegic
Pair of shoes that got the NB on 'em, make you stare and see 'em
We ain't paying for 'em, nah, you oughta know I'm wearing free ones (Ooh)
When you ghosting me, I gotta know, is there a reason?
It was so abrupt, I kind of had to think that there would be one (Be one, uh)
Conversations out of state, they asking, "Where are we from?"
I don't care about ya, I got me a chick that's Caribbean
She want me to serenade her, but you know I'm bashful (Ooh)
I got all the whipper-snappers and the lil' rascals (Yeah)
Turnt up off the way we drippin' with Tabasco (Bitch, yeah, yeah)
Old friends inquiring about the cash flow (Okay, okay)
Okay, this kush here in the gaseous state
I can't hit it, if I do I might pass away
These boys fake, please quit with the masquerade, ayy
Shit, I hear what the pastors sayin'
I could prolly use a fresh start, out the window of the TARC
I'm reflectin' on life through Cherokee Park
Thinkin' 'bout life through Cherokee Park (Woo)
I know that we got it, I might even guarantee it
When she top me up, it turn me right into a paraplegic
Pair of shoes that got the NB on 'em, make you stare and see 'em
We ain't paying for 'em, nah, you oughta know I'm wearing free ones (Ooh)
When you ghosting me, I gotta know, is there a reason?
It was so abrupt, I kind of had to think that there would be one (Be one, uh)
Conversations out of state, they asking, "Where are we from?"
I don't care about ya, I got me a chick that's Caribbean
It's a push start, I ain't gotta put the key in
Whip it real nice like a good human being
24 East, I'm in Chattanooga, TN
Yeah the barbecue Korean and my shorty muy bien, ayy
We just went from dive bars to The Colosseum
Man he's a try hard, wouldn't wanna be him
PG, I'm the GM, go 'head copyright it, TM
Go 'head copyright it (Uh)
Nah we don't wanna say too much (Much)
We ain't take her from you, no, she came to us
Ain't no steak dinner, but we made through brunch (We might)
2for on the beat, you know he came through clutch
Know he came through clutch (Came through)
I know that we got it, I might even guarantee it
When she top me up, it turn me right into a paraplegic
Pair of shoes that got the NB on 'em, make you stare and see 'em
We ain't paying for 'em, nah, you oughta know I'm wearing free ones (Ooh)
When you ghosting me, I gotta know, is there a reason?
It was so abrupt, I kind of had to think that there would be one (Be one, uh)
Conversations out of state, they asking, "Where are we from?"
I don't care about ya, I got me a chick that's Caribbean
ROTTEN lyrics - Jack Harlow (feat. EST Gee)
(CONFETTI...)
(This tag is hard, it sound like a spaceship door opening)
[Jack Harlow:]
Okay there's moments where I feel like I'm the hottest
My baby not religious but she look just like a goddess
They want me to flex, they don't want me to be modest
In 2027 I'll be purchasing a cottage, I'll be purchasing a cottage
Pokémon kush, yeah, this shit look like a Oddish
I was in the pussy and that shit had me astonished
I ain't playing tag but your new shit is not it
Nah, your new shit is not it
CÃŽROC and Hpnotiq, I'm way out of pocket
(I'm way out of, way out of)
Quit all the gossip, I'm simply a product of people I rock with
Ayy, my shorty so rotten, the coochie like cotton
You know how I'm rockin' (Ayy)
You know how I'm rockin'
You know how I'm rockin'
Ayy, more money, more problems, big popper
I don't answer unless she call me big poppa
Ridin' through the night and I'm duckin' from the coppas
When this shit drops it gon' be a penny droppa
Rollin' with the top up, you could get mopped up
I was at the crib when she scooped me in the Mazda
Got a whole roster and they all like to get high like rastas
I just like to watch, diamonds on me dancing like ZaZa
I just met your girl and took her to the Crowne Plaza
85 minutes in The Devil Wears Prada
Once I leave town we ain't talking 'bout nada
(We ain't talking 'bout shit)
Now she got my name in her internet browser
Shorty bipolar, she sweet then sour
I got me a Georgia Peach just like Bowser
Okay there's moments where I feel like I'm the hottest
My baby not religious but she look just like a goddess
They want me to flex, they don't want me to be modest
In 2027 I'll be purchasing a cottage, I'll be purchasing a cottage
Pokémon kush, yeah, this shit look like a Oddish
I was in the pussy and that shit had me astonished
I ain't playing tag but your new shit is not it
Nah, your new shit is not it
CÃŽROC and Hpnotiq, I'm way out of pocket
(I'm way out of, way out of)
Quit all the gossip, I'm simply a product of people I rock with
Ayy, my shorty so rotten, the coochie like cotton
You know how I'm rockin' (Ayy)
You know how I'm rockin'
You know how I'm rockin'
[EST Gee:]
Smush it, cook it, freeze it, let it dry
45 for a half for a whole Jerry Rice
I done scored on every block nigga, Fisher Price
'Cause I stay down when they was cheatin' like I'm Derek Fisher wife
I ain't never seen Christ, why would I pray to him?
Granny tell me to repent, I can't be saved again
I'm takin' pills tryna kill all the pain I feel
We gon' push more Hank than a king of the hill
Tryna finesse the game, on point, shaving grams
I'ma snake 'em one more time and shed this dead skin
When I try to leave the streets I hit a dead end
Grey Silverado truck outside my man crib
All because he scraping white, shit like dandruff
Off a big pile of brown like a ant hill
Start rapping, I ain't stop making gram deals
Big dog, I can't make no hand-to-hand sales
I can't go broke 'long as I know what the plan is
[Jack Harlow:]
Okay there's moments where I feel like I'm the hottest
My baby not religious but she look just like a goddess
They want me to flex, they don't want me to be modest
In 2027 I'll be purchasing a cottage, I'll be purchasing a cottage
Pokémon kush, yeah, this shit look like a Oddish
I was in the pussy and that shit had me astonished
I ain't playing tag but your new shit is not it
Nah, your new shit is not it
CÃŽROC and Hpnotiq, I'm way out of pocket
Quit all the gossip, I'm simply a product of people I rock with
Ayy, my shorty so rotten, the coochie like cotton
You know how I'm rockin' (Ayy)
You know how I'm rockin'
You know how I'm rockin'
ICE lyrics - Jack Harlow
I can't hear you through this
Right now, right now
Ooh!
Dentyne, put it on ice right now, ayy
Tell me what you like right now
Is you with me?
Tell your best friend pipe down
'Cause I ain't tryna hear it right now
In a Bentley, high-top pull up on ya
Do you got a full cup on ya?
Got history, between me and you
Baby, tell me, is you trying see it through? (Ayy, yeah)
Lot of fake stuff that I'm seeing through
It be hard for me to be enthused
Know you're sick of being cool
I know you're sick of being nice
Y'all can spend time in the day, I'm the one that you gon' see at night
We got something, we can breathe tonight
I know it's been some years but I can see it clear cut
I'ma pull up with the seersuck' (Uh!)
Pull up, get your rear fucked on (Uh!)
I know it's a weird system that we living in
That's why we living like we never gonna live again
I got family down in Texas, up in Michigan
So when I pull up, do a show, it's significant
Dentyne, put it on ice right now, ayy
Tell me what you like right now
Is you with me?
Tell your best friend pipe down
'Cause I ain't tryna hear it right now
In a Bentley, high-top pull up on ya
Do you got a full cup on ya?
Got history, between me and you
Baby, tell me, is you trying see it through? (Ayy)
Can we pick the tempo up?
Smoke something, pour up (Pour up, ooh)
Best friend heard something 'bout me
Where'd she get the info from? (Where she get that?)
Rolling with the windows up
Hot box in the park, see me in the dark (Dark)
I'm attached to ya, think we need to be apart
Even at a distance, you can keep me in your heart, one time (One)
I don't see the sunshine
Nocturnal, cheap wine
If you need it, I'm buyin' (Hey)
Light with the dark, yeah I need to combine
I think you need to come by (Come by)
Dentyne, put it on ice right now, ayy
Tell me what you like right now
Is you with me?
Tell your best friend pipe down
'Cause I ain't tryna hear it right now
In a Bentley, high-top pull up on ya
Do you got a full cup on ya?
Got history, between me and you
Baby, tell me, is you trying see it through? (Ayy)
Can we pick the tempo up?
Smoke something, pour up (Pour up, ooh)
Can we pick the tempo up?
Smoke something, pour up (Pour up, ooh)
SUNDAY NIGHT lyrics - Jack Harlow
Honorable C-Note
Please don't let nothing get back to me
I've been trying to detach from you
Deep down though, I wanna know about what the fuck you been up to (You been up to)
Old him could have seen that coming
Fuck you I don't need nothing from ya
I was doing pretty good without you
But something tells me that a relapse coming (That a relapse coming)
But something tells me that a relapse coming (That a relapse coming, that a relapse coming)
But something tells me that a relapse coming (That a relapse coming, that a relapse coming, relapse)
But something tells me that a relapse coming (That a relapse coming)
How'd I get so hung up?
How'd I get so hung up?
I know that a "You up?" text would be fucked up, but I'd be lying if I told you I ain't wanna
We used to talk 'til sun up
Now it's Sunday night, something just ain't right
I done aged but I still got the same vices
Starting to wonder if I'm ever gon' shut up
You the one I wanna hear from
I don't hit back loved ones
What's that on my back? One ton
Weighing on me 'cause I had love once, but it's gone now
What you do when it's, just you
And your bedroom walls feel like they could fall down?
Let 'em fall down
Please don't let nothing get back to me (Back to me)
I've been trying to detach from you
Deep down though, I wanna know about what the fuck you been up to (You been up to)
Old him could have seen that coming
Fuck you I don't need nothing from ya
I was doing pretty good without you
But something tells me that a relapse coming (It's coming in)
But something tells me that a relapse coming (That a, that a, that a, that a)
But something tells me that a relapse coming (That a relapse, that a relapse)
But something tells me that a relapse coming (That a, that a, that a, that a, ooh)
Do you got somebody new?
Do you got somebody new?
I know that I shouldn't ask for my own sake, but I can't help that I wanna know the truth
But, even if you don't
You ain't gon' tell me if you do
'Cause you don't mind, making me lose my mind
Making me lose my mind
I hope the time I spent back
I tried to brace for impact
But, I still got caught up
Gave it my best, but I'm still not all the
Way over what you did to me
What you did to me
Couldn't say why, but you get to me
But you get to me
(Please don't let me)
Please don't let nothing get back to me (Back to me)
I've been trying to detach from you
Deep down though, I wanna know about what the fuck you been up to (You been up to)
Old him could have seen that coming
Fuck you I don't need nothing from ya
I was doing pretty good without you
But something tells me that a relapse coming (It's coming in)
But something tells me that a relapse coming (That a, that a, that a, that a)
But something tells me that a relapse coming (That a relapse, that a relapse)
But something tells me that a relapse coming (That a relapse coming, that a relapse coming)
WARSAW lyrics - Jack Harlow (feat. 2forwOyNE)
[Jack Harlow:]
Y'all ain't get to see what I foresaw coming
Now the team overseas out in Warsaw, stuntin' (Ooh!)
Talk tough to me catch a northpaw from it
Ass fat, let me pull the booty shorts off of it, one time
She gon' get divorced off of it
'Cause she in the crowd screamin', gettin' hoarse off of it
Two girlfriends, damn, of course y'all cousins
It's a Lambo', watch them pull the doors off of it
MTV, Jam of the Week
And that's why she dancing with me (Ayy)
And that's why she dancing with me (Ayy)
And that's why she dancing with me, oh yeah
This the jam of the week
And that's why she dancing with me
Drop down, go and put your hands on your knees
I just want the free trial, I'ma cancel the fees, oh yeah
I don't want her with the strings attached (Ayy)
I just wanna see you drop back (Like a, like a, like a)
Like a, first string quarterback (Ooh!)
Off the pack, contact
Ooh, she slid through
We can smoke something then sip the juice
Two Keys or the Tin Roof (Tin Roof)
I got something that I gotta tend to
But in the meantime, push clouds, we going in
Look down, she going in
Can you look out for my best friend?
And bring another pretty girl in with you
Y'all ain't get to see what I foresaw coming
Now the team overseas out in Warsaw, stuntin' (Ooh!)
Talk tough to me catch a northpaw from it
Ass fat, let me pull the booty shorts off of it, one time
She gon' get divorced off of it
'Cause she in the crowd screamin', gettin' hoarse off of it
Two girlfriends, damn, of course y'all cousins
It's a Lambo', watch them pull the doors off of it
MTV, Jam of the Week
And that's why she dancing with me (Ayy)
And that's why she dancing with me (Ayy)
And that's why she dancing with me, oh yeah
This the jam of the week
And that's why she dancing with me
Drop down, go and put your hands on your knees
I just want the free trial, I'ma cancel the fees, oh yeah
[2forwOyNE:]
Hey, turned the studio into the night show
She gon' treat the meat like it's a tightrope (What)
Wrap it up, tight rope
Ask me if I'm coming, Hell if I know
Feisty, she gon' throw it on the white tee, ayy
She so contagious, Ronald Isley
Ask me if I'm faded told her, "Damn, I might be"
She wanna see just what the hype be
Leveled up, ayy, fill my cup, 'til it's enough (Ayy)
Double stuff, how I'm two rounds in the guts
She know how I'm coming
Lately I been Warsaw stuntin'
[Jack Harlow:]
Y'all ain't get to see what I foresaw coming
Now the team overseas out in Warsaw, stuntin' (Ooh!)
Talk tough to me catch a northpaw from it
Ass fat, let me pull the booty shorts off of it, one time
She gon' get divorced off of it
'Cause she in the crowd screamin', gettin' hoarse off of it
Two girlfriends and of course y'all cousins
It's a Lambo', watch them pull the doors off of it
MTV, Jam of the Week
And that's why she dancing with me (Ayy)
And that's why she dancing with me (Ayy)
And that's why she dancing with me, oh yeah
This the jam of the week
And that's why she dancing with me
Drop down, go and put your hands on your knees
I just want the free trial, I'ma cancel the fees, oh yeah
BIG CHILLIN lyrics - Jack Harlow
Okay, I'm big chillin' (Chillin', ayy, ayy)
Told me that she numb to it, she don't get feelings
I'm a smooth criminal, I'm a slick villain
I already finished, but the dick still in (Dick still in)
Ass fat, she ain't get fillings (Fillings)
Weezy F. Baby, I don't hit ceilings
And my brodie got a job, yeah, he quit dealing
OGs tryna figure what the kids feelin' (Kids feelin')
The flow need penicillin
I been trying to get these pent up feelings off
I could give a fuck about how the fuck you feel about everything
Ice make it sound like I carry change (Carry change)
She's addicted to the Mary Jane
But she's still got goals like Harry Kane
Pussy hit me like a hurricane
And I came quick but the shit was not embarrassing (Ooh)
Go and let it marinate
Show packed out and I'm standing on a barricade
Bad chick, black dress with a pair of shades
On the sidewalk, in the crib she don't wear a thing
She don't wear a thing when we in the crib, you already know, ayy
She don't wear a thing, yeah, she get naked 'round me, she don't—
Okay, I'm big chillin' (Chillin', ayy, ayy)
Told me that she numb to it, she don't get feelings
I'm a smooth criminal, I'm a slick villain
I already finished, but the dick still in (Dick still in)
Ass fat, she ain't get fillings (Fillings)
Weezy F. Baby, I don't hit ceilings
And my brodie got a job, yeah, he quit dealing
OGs tryna figure what the kids feelin' (Kids feelin')
Just like Fig Newtons
Man, these fellas real sweet, it's no disputin'
No tickets at the door, I can't get you in
Know we used to have something, but it's slick ruined (Ruined)
Slick talk, can't stop, won't stop until the world pissed off
In a plane every week, I'm getting sick of Biscoffs (Ooh)
Your chick getting picked off (Uh)
Think about life, trying to get the jigsaw put together
They ain't fucking with you 'til it's all put together (Ayy)
When she stepping out, she looking all put together (Ooh)
Fuck what the world thinks
Because my dogs know me better (Ooh)
Because my dogs know me better
And she's a bad motherfucker
How could we not go together?
Okay, I'm big chillin' (Chillin', ayy, ayy)
Told me that she numb to it, she don't get feelings
I'm a smooth criminal, I'm a slick villain
I already finished, but the dick still in (Dick still in)
Ass fat, she ain't get fillings (Fillings)
Weezy F. Baby, I don't hit ceilings
And my brodie got a job, yeah, he quit dealing
OGs tryna figure what the kids feelin' (Kids feelin')
GOIN BACK DOWN lyrics - Jack Harlow
I just about got the airport mapped out
Flights going in and they going back out
Time flies when you bullshitting at the house
Tryna make sense of your thoughts and your doubts
When I get high, I end up
Thinkin' 'bout things I don't wanna think about
So I'ma hit it twice and I send it back 'round
Gettin' paid for what used to get me sat down
My pops didn't like when I used to act out
Now the whole world wanna see me act out, ayy
Think it's something missing, tryna get it back now
Child that was in me might be kidnapped now
Me and my bro only getting one go
In the cap, then the gown, at least for right now
School nights turned into getting patdowns
Out front the club with the ones who got the torch passed down, passed down
Same way they pass the cognac 'round
Same way they pass the cognac 'round
Yeah, we did this last night
And I think it might be goin' back down
Oh yeah, I think it's goin' back down
Bitch, it's goin' back down
I didn't know that we were goin' that route
If I did, then I would've chilled out
I would've held back 'fore it all went south
Baby, I ain't know that I was gon' blackout
But I'm fucked up now
But I'm fucked up now
But I'm fucked up now
My vices multiplied in the last three-six-five
I can't get carried away
But this bottle that we sharin' just between the two of us
Got me wanting to get married today, so I'ma keep goin'
It's a rude awakening like they leaf blowing
Outside, when I wake up and my mouth dry, it's
'Bout noon and she layin' next to me
When I went to sleep, I ain't calculate the down side, but it's cool
My homegirl got a full scholarship
But she still feel like she wanna call it quits
She don't wanna go to school, she wanna feel somethin'
But if she turn it down, the world gon' make her feel dumb
Throwing money with the ones I got the deal from
I think it's funny how
School nights turned into getting patdowns
Out front the club with the ones who got the torch passed down, passed down
Same way they pass the cognac 'round
Same way they pass the cognac 'round
Yeah, we did this last night
And I think it might be goin' back down
Oh yeah, I think it's goin' back down
Bitch, it's goin' back down
I didn't know that we were goin' that route
If I did, then I would've chilled out
I would've held back 'fore it all went south
Baby, I ain't know that I was gon' blackout
But I'm fucked up now
But I'm fucked up now
But I'm fucked up now
THRU THE NIGHT lyrics - Jack Harlow (feat. Bryson Tiller)
[Jack Harlow:]
Through the night
She just want the tip, no advice
On the side of the road, what's the risk? Roll the dice
If they catch us, I don't care 'cause we all gon' die (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, we all gon' die
I was worried, to be honest, but it's all goin' right
When I first laid eyes, I was awful enticed
And I might be off something, but I'm all in now
She gotta call in now
I don't think that you should work tomorrow
She said, "First of all
I'm still goin' in," like Rich Homie Quan
But with you and me, God, man, it feels so intense
I already seen that movie but I will go again with you
I got a few I been tending to
But tonight, I forgot all about 'em
[Bryson Tiller:]
Through the night
I would try to get it tonight
Yeah, the phone on my head like, "You better do right"
I'm alone in the bed, yeah, I know what you said
Better cope with it
Don't take me for a joke and I won't get a friend that's tryna be more than that
I'm convinced that it's for the dap
When I seen you in the pics, I could tell you was forcin' that
I got time for this
Minus the bullshit, I'm cool now, look at my common sense
And I'm just realizing this
Know my soul isn't trapped
But what's holding me back is the old me, in fact
I'ma get intact, I'ma get it back
Mama, hold me to that
Just, just, just hold me to that
On stack, me and Jack got the city on smack
That's word, huh, that's words
Used to catch 18 all the way to Newburg
It was only me and her, I don't care what you heard
Only me and her, I don't care what you heard
Got a Southern accent, she'll slur a few words
That's virtue, sir, let me share a few words
Hey, let me share a few words
Feeling unappreciated, let me cherish you first, yeah
WALK IN THE PARK lyrics - Jack Harlow
Ain't shit to me, it's a walk in the park
Y'all too smart, can't talk from the heart
I got sauce and it's off of the charts (Oof, and it's off of the charts)
No aux in the car
Ridin' 'round bumpin' that first Blueprint on disc
I ain't tryna hear what the info is (Nah)
I been tryna move on the impulsive
Tip, do you wanna dip? (Dip)
I can tell you ain't having that much fun (Nah)
Three years in with your ex-boyfriend
Y'all tied that knot but it's back undone, oh yeah
I'm tryna stack one ton (Uh-huh)
You ain't gotta ask where that come from (Oof)
I ain't never rocked no Pacsun
I was off the pack at the mall St. Matt
I skipped class, no hallway pass (Ayy)
I'm team cap', you was always last
She got good hands and a Allstate ass
I got good kids and they all came fast (Ayy)
I ain't gotta say it, you can come to the 'Ville
Just ask who's hot, they gon' all say "Jack" (Jack)
Tell me stay down but I always have
When I come around, man, they always ask
"How does it feel?" (How does it— uh, oof)
Ain't shit to me, it's a walk in the park (Oof)
Y'all too smart, can't talk from the heart
I got sauce and it's off of the charts (Charts)
Started my night with the light
When I got to the club, I was off of the dark
And I'm on the wave like a dolphin or shark (Shark)
Y'all two shots, they was off of the mark (They was off of the— oof)
Keep it raw from the start
That's what she want from me, okay, cool (Cool)
My chick love me and she don't make rules
She ain't gotta ask if I'm gon' stay true (Ooh)
One-take-Jack, I ain't gon' take two (Two)
Urban got tabs and I'm gon' take two
I was in the KY doin' eight-five on the six-five
Dash when I saw a state troop' (Oof)
Y'all can't do what we do (Oof)
Everybody tryna come do it, reboot
Y'all ain't have faith from the shit back then
But I ain't even trip 'cause I knew it'd be cool, like "Woo"
Ain't shit to me, it's a walk in the park (Park)
Y'all too smart, can't talk from the heart
I got sauce and it's off of the charts (Oof)
I've been tryna catch myself off guard
I fuck with you if you get that part
Worser-than-me's never hit that hard
Worser-than-me's never got too far (Too far)
I can tell y'all boys not too smart (Nah)
Ain't shit sweet but the azúcar, ayy
This shit goin' too far
I'm timeless, y'all be gone tomorrow
Oof, had to wait for the dark
Now you tryna pull up, get on two bars
Uh, you can stay to the side, uh
You don't really want no part to this
Fifteen deep and we hard to miss
Name somebody comin' hard as this (Yeah)
My nuts hang like ornaments
I'm not ready to be in love yet
I just want somebody I can argue with (Yeah)
Want somebody that's hard to get
That's just life, that's part of it
That's part of it (That's part of it)
That's just life, that's part of it
I said, "Pardon me" (Yeah)
I got ice all in my arteries, like D'Lo
Hometown hero (Hero)
RAIN lyrics - Jack Harlow
I know you tried cryin'
It didn't help nothin', funny how the time flies
Middle school classmates and the crime times
These some tryin' times
My girl summertime fine, wintertime cold, too
Everybody won't accept nothin' but the old you
Giving you advice like I'm not gon' hold you
I wish you had 'cause you don't know what I go through
They don't know what you—
They don't know what you go through
You keep it on the low, too
They tell me that they feel me
They tell me that its soulful
Type of shit that make the people tell you that it's so true
Right after you say it, 'cause they just feel like they know you
They just feel like they know you
But they don't know you
But they don't know you
But they don't—
I know you tried cryin'
It didn't help nothin', funny how the time flies
Middle school classmates and the crime times
These some tryin' times
My girl summertime fine, wintertime cold, too
Everybody won't accept nothin' but the old you
Giving you advice like I'm not gon' hold you
I wish you had 'cause you don't know what I go through
You don't know what I—
I know you tried cryin'
It didn't help nothin', funny how the time flies
Middle school classmates and the crime times
These some tryin' times
My girl summertime fine, wintertime cold, too
Everybody won't accept nothin' but the old you
Giving you advice like I'm not gon' hold you
I wish you had 'cause you don't know what I go through
They don't know what you—
They don't know what you dealin' with
They don't know ‘bout the empty spot you got and what you fill it with
You chasin' death for the thrill of it
The skeletons is comin' out the grave like the Thriller vid
I know you wish that you were still a kid
Woke up from a dream wishin' I was in the Ville again
I can see my pops silhouette in everything I do, but I don't see him anymore
It makes me wonder what I even do it for if I don't see him anymore
Will I be happy with the things that I achieve? And what's more
I don't even want to think what's in store for me (Store for me)
I wrote a note and I'ma leave it on the door
I hope you see it while you're leavin' 'cause I need for you to read it
Know you gave me little space, I think I need a little more
I wrote this for you 'cause you mean a little more to me to me
I know you tried cryin'
It didn't help nothin', funny how the time flies
Middle school classmates and the crime times
These some tryin' times
My girl summertime fine, wintertime cold, too
Everybody won't accept nothin' but the old you
Giving you advice like I'm not gon' hold you
I wish you had 'cause you don't know what I go through
They don't know what you—
HEAVY HITTER lyrics - Jack Harlow
Tell me what the, uh, uh-uh
Oh, you got me sounding good too, aye
Willy Will
Okay, tell me what the deal is
You know I'm the illest
She from California, said she don't know where the 'Ville is
Shout out to the hometown, I know that they gon' feel this
When I hit the club, I walk in with a small village, eh
Nothing's off limits
When you got the sauce, you know they running off with it
Now she actin' freaky, she was coming off timid at first
But I guess it really wasn't authentic, yessir
Now she got me, oooooh, doin' somersaults in it
Know these fellas always talking but they weren't involved with it
I like me some women, not a bunch of sausages
I put in the work, I know that some of y'all didn't, yessir
And they come in all sizes
We got new horizons
I guess I might as well dive in
No, it's not surprisin' the way you switched up
I used to kick it with the kids that rocked that Osiris
Used to rock a patch like a pirate
The garden still private
Drama got a Bentley, let me drive it
I'm a heavy hitter, Darryl Isaacs
And we, rocking from side to side
Tell me now if you trying to ride with me
You know I can find some time just to get
In tune with you, aye, aye, aye
Used to be the one that I idolized
Now I can't see you the same as I used to
I guess I need me a ride or die
Know you get sick of the games 'cause I do too
Late nights, head hurtin'
Open up the red curtain
You don't love me, you just networkin'
I'm still trying to be the best version of me
I got a whip plus room in the front seat
And it's so up-sync
She make me look like twenty-
Ten Kris Humphries
Y'all been getting too comfy
I been spending my time going off
Just in case you're wondering, never just one dream
80-Proof all up in my blood stream
Used to talk shit, now I wonder what they must think
Blame it on the crushed dreams that we used to all have
All I know is that we can't fall back now
And we, rocking from side to side
Tell me now if you trying to ride with me
You know I can find some time just to get
In tune with you, aye, aye, aye
Used to be the one that I idolized
Now I can't see you the same as I used to
I guess I need me a ride or die
Know you get sick of the games 'cause I do too
Do too, know you get sick of the games 'cause I do too
Do too, do too
Know you get, sicker, games, too
Know you get, know you get, know you get
Know you get sick of the games 'cause I do too
RIVER ROAD lyrics - Jack Harlow
Still working
Still waking up looking for real purpose
Still trying to figure out what it's gon' take
Still trying to find connection with some real surface level types
Back when I was young, I used to pedal bikes
Now I'm riding cross country, doing several nights
In and out the Sprinter van, pull up, get the levels right
Get a bite to eat, do the show, and then we settle like
What could be a better life?
But I'm still staring at the ceiling in my bed at night
Thinking 'bout what I don't got yet
Why I'm not hot yet
Why the last project was something that I thought would make me something that I'm not yet
It's all a work in progress
That's what they tell me and I respond with, "I guess"
I been wanting to get something off my chest
But it's not time yet
It might never be time
My kid won't get no screen time
At least that's what I'd like to think
'Cause my childhood was filled with tree climbs
And Oatmeal Creme Pies and looking at the street signs
I guess that he gon' be fine, or she will
I just feel like it's hard to be thrilled in times like this
When our hands can't keep still
And if it's not Insta then it's emails
There's beauty in the details
So I'ma try my best to pay attention to 'em
Spend your day with this and it can get you through it
I ain't seen an institute since I ended schooling
Used to hate it, now my dreams take place in it
Sun shine through the blinds 'til I wake in it
I just got done stretching like the eighth inning
Now it's time to get something 'fore the day's finished
I got
Well wishes in my cellphone from my classmates that let themselves go
Well aware that I'm well known
Know we had a stretch of time between us that you felt close to me, but
It's been a minute since
Did I change or did they rob me of my innocence?
Inner city kids I grew up with, we had some differences
But inside gymnasiums, it's almost like they didn't exist
Time's tickin', my mom's 50
Told me that she been thinkin' 'bout spending time different
It's more precious, what if I took the same method at 21 and adopted it?
Sometimes I feel like I'm tripping for dipping out of town while my pops living still
Palms itching, but this money is not Benadryl
Ain't no pattern to the way I tend to feel
It's all over the place
I'ma lower the shades and sleep in
I ran into a kid I grew up with
He shook my hand and told me, "No one thought you'd do this shit"
I can't relate, but see, I understand
'Cause when they hear me now compared to back then it's like, "Who is this?"
Don't know if I changed, but the music did
In my old shit, I used to just admit things
Now I sit around and wonder, "Is that something you admit?"
'Cause when I hear it, all I do is cringe
I guess I did change
Two years in ATL
Before I moved, I had never got drunk
Now I'm getting tore up like an ACL
Meeting people that my friends idolize
That they only ever get a chance to see on they TL
Artists that they playing through a JBL
In somebody's basement, smoking, getting wasted
Something in the air and I can taste it
2018 I couldn't be on my own
Every night I'd call a girl and fall asleep on the phone
I guess it was how I coped with leaving from home
Discipline, I gotta keep in control
It gets more difficult to rap every day
'Cause it's less and less things that feel like worth saying
Nothing is for sure except life sure ends
I tried to keep that in mind but it's not workin'
Sundown lyrics - Jack Harlow
I'm off a tab of that synthetic
Sundown, forty-five minutes 'til this shit set in (Whoop!)
Checking for the kid, I had to chin check him
Big mood, and we teach 'em big lessons over here (Over here!)
2fo coming heavy like we bench pressing
And I'm gon' deliver every time just like a sent message (Yuh!)
In the south and I'm feeling like a pimp
You a simp, I don't feel bad for you, I ain't sympathetic (Hey!)
I just hit the peak, got the kids sweatin'
Out of town chick, tryin' tell her what a Big Red is
I'm a Kentucky boy 'til the death
Go and get it through your head until it's motherfuckin' embeded (Hey!)
She said that I'm full of myself
Go ahead and bust it open I'ma show you what a big head is (Oh yeah!)
Half of us ain't even got a whip and we tryin' grip grain
First step is go and get breaded
Hit you with the words of wisdom (Ooh!)
New Balance on me while I'm searching for sum'
Trying to touch me out in public 'cause they heard I'm the one
I peel off like my skin when it get burned in the sun (Skrt!)
Self conscious, face blush with ease
Levis put a taper on my dungarees
But I'm still on the block when its a-hundred-three
And humid in the city, but I'm sitting comfortably, yeah (Hey!)
I'm off a tab of that synthetic
Sundown, forty-five minutes 'til this shit set in (Hey!)
Checking for the kid, I had to chin check him
Big mood, and we teach 'em big lessons over here
2fo coming heavy like we bench pressing
And I'm gon' deliver every time just like a sent message (Hey!)
In the south and I'm feeling like a pimp
You a simp, I don't feel bad for you, I ain't sympathetic (Woah!)
Nun Free lyrics - Jack Harlow (feat. 2forwOyNE)
[Jack Harlow:]
This a must
Ayy, this a must
Ayy, you a musty bitch
It's a must that I do my damn thing, I'm immune to all the fuss
I been hearin' that
Little bitch, what you starin 'at
Ayy, in the Grand Prix, you know I'm steerin' that, yuh
Fly just like a pterodact, yuh
Trying to ride the dick you know she steering that, yuh
Off course, she said do you love me, of course
Heard that shit you did is all force
My girl cheated on me down in Gulf Shores
Ayy, spring break, twenty-twenty like the vision
Except the Left Eye, rest in peace, she up in heaven
And I'm with the bros, and we smokin' seven-eleven
Yeah that's gas bitch, you ain't felt the first impression
And I ain't gave it to you yet
Yeah they know I got a gift, yeah they say that I been blessed
If you feel some way about me, go 'head say it with your chest
I ain't worried 'bout a count, know she save it for the best
I got flavors and they fresh, come and see
I'm the one your boyfriend wanna' be
I know when she say she wanna meet, she want the meat
I don't want the box, I just want the company
She get the fellatio, she want the cunnyling'
If they talk about us, just know it ain't come from me
Youngins in the city wondering
How I made it happen, you can do it too, now just believe
Just know that ain't nothin' free
Just know that ain't nothin' free
Just know that ain't nothin' free
[2forwOyNE:]
I take random trips for no reason
I change up my hoes every season
Hey, six a.m., sunrise beams me
Short lived 'cause a nigga slick sleepy
Three a.m., wit' the guys
Baddie up, she tell me slide
Coca-Cola, plus Henny nights
If you heard me once, probably said it twice
She asked me to Face Time, not tonight
She always complaining, I don't have the time
All I gotta do is pull up, lay the pipe
So dim the lights, hey, Marvin Gaye's playlist, no changes
Dunkin' in that shit like Calvin Cambridge, I tames it
Hey, young and tight, that shit amazin'
She jaded, had the three, now she snoring crazy
Wake her ass up and go again is what I'm thinkin'
Ran through, shaky leg, uh
Fuck it, I'ma make her hit the thing, woah
Sorry I can't leave a tip today, uh
I'ma tip more than a ship today, woah
[Jack Harlow:]
I know when she say she wanna meet, she want the meat
I don't want the box, I just want the company
She get the fellatio she want the cunnyling'
If they talk about us, just know it ain't come from me
Youngins in the city wondering
How I made it happen, you can do it too, now just believe
Just know that ain't nothin' free
Just know that ain't nothin' free
Just know that ain't nothin' free
Pickyourphoneup lyrics - Jack Harlow (feat. K Camp)
[Jack Harlow & K Camp:]
A whole new ten that I can lay down with
Sent the pic to me, told her that she look astoundin'
Walked in and she caught the down wind
And she like the way I'm well-rounded
Don't talk too much, if I'm honest with you, might be off too much
(Brrp, brrp, prrp, prrp)
Shawty pick your phone up
Pick your phone up, pick your phone up, yeah
Let's go (wooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
Shawty pick your phone up
Pick that phone up for your boy
She want the boy 'cause I'm feeling outstandin'
Buy her a bag 'cause I'm feeling romantic
(Skrt-skrt) watch that Rari do damage
I made her turn up her standards, let's go
[K Camp:]
You know that I'm tryna' dive in you
His and her coups, watch me glide with you
Roll up that wood and get high with you
Stay 1-K, ain't no surprise with you
Hit my line when you want that lumber
Shawty you been high and I'ma catch you in the summer
Turn a fifty-plate into a a-hundred, ain't no fumbles
Your ex said he ballin', but he got no jumper
Shout my boy Harlow
Racks in my cargo
Mills on my mind, I'ma get that tomorrow
Back in the day, used to whip Monte Carlos
Shout my boy Bobby, shout my boy Harvo
[Jack Harlow & K Camp:]
A whole new ten that I can lay down with
Sent the pic to me, told her that she look astoundin'
Walked in and she caught the down wind
And she like the way I'm well-rounded
Don't talk too much, if I'm honest with you, might be off too much
I banged one too much
I was off the liquor when I called you up
(Brrp, brrp, prrp, prrp)
Shawty pick your phone up
Pick your phone up, pick your phone up, yeah
Let's go (wooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
Shawty pick your phone up
Pick that phone up for your boy
She want the boy 'cause I'm feeling outstandin'
Buy her a bag 'cause I'm feeling romantic
[Jack Harlow:]
I feel like Drizzy on "Ransom"
Me and her fuck like we stranded
Don't know what the strand is
It was handed to me and I don't know whose hand it is
Only take it if it's candid
I don't wanna' pose for you, I won't be commanded
Moving like a bandit
I am not enrolled, but a youngin' on campus
She gon' let me hit it and I'm headed to Atlantis
At the pool party lookin' like I'm Pete Sampras
I don't miss no image, I ain't mean to come home so friendly
In the morning maybe we can do Denny's
I wanted Cracker Barrel, but you know it gets busy
[Jack Harlow & K Camp:]
A whole new ten that I can lay down with
Sent the pic to me, told her that she look astoundin'
Walked in and she caught the down wind
And she like the way I'm well-rounded
Don't talk too much, if I'm honest with you, might be off too much
I banged one too much
I was off the liquor when I called you up
(Brrp, brrp, prrp, prrp)
Shawty pick your phone up
Pick your phone up, pick your phone up, yeah
Let's go (wooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
Shawty pick your phone up
Pick that phone up for your boy
She want the boy 'cause I'm feeling outstandin'
Buy her a bag 'cause I'm feeling romantic
(Skrt-skrt) watch that Rari do damage
I made her turn up her standards, let's go
Slide For Me lyrics - Jack Harlow
(Honorable C.N.O.T.E)
I got this one chick on the side
Late at night, I know she slide for me
I'm going slow on 65
I know the police, they got fines for me
My brothers with me down to ride
Thank god I asked, I know they'd die for me
We going up, we going live
And bitch we taking off like five, four, three
Two, one
She say you not funny, she want her a new one
She curse me out when she under influence
Speakin' in something that I am not fluent in
Oh it's you again
I can't get rid of ya, I'm glad that we ain't do nothin' on video
TMZ offer you something, you give it up
I know, you can't be trusted
Someone that I was in lust with
And now I can't function
Me, I don't know where the function's at
I got the whip, y'all got the contraband
Where is my conscious at
I got this one chick on the side
Late at night, I know she slide for me
I'm going slow on 65
I know the police, they got fines for me
My brothers with me down to ride
Thank god I asked, I know they'd die for me
We going up, we going live
And bitch we taking off like five, four, three
Two, one
Trust me, I know what I'm doin'
Can't give a fuck 'bout what you on
I know my enemies stewin'
I got a crush on a stewardess
Her outfit got somethin' to do with it
Gave her my number, I'm shootin' it
Soon as we landed, I got me a text, ooh
Who is this
Oh wait, I know who it is
Back in the wait I was lollygagging
I'm on the wave, now they call me captain
Go 'head and pay me in proper fashion
I know she hates me, this always happens
I got this one chick on the side
Late at night, I know she slide for me
I'm going slow on 65
I know the police, they got fines for me
My brothers with me down to ride
Thank god I asked, I know they'd die for me
We going up, we going live
And bitch we taking off like five, four, three
Two, one
Cody Banks lyrics - Jack Harlow
Cody Banks in a secret agent outfit
It's a bag for the money that I'm makin' out with
Real shit, drop bombs when I make announcements
Need a flight, that's for me, and then I say about six
Go ahead and make 'em round trip
Doing eighty-seven, trying keep away from Crown Vics
None a-miss, swisher laying down, whip
Puerto Rican accent and the shit sound thick
Tryin' build things, know she got a past
Why she terrified to feel pain
Big checks, I been waitin' for the real change
I don't wanna' stress 'bout trying to get the bills paid
So what the deal say, let me know your thoughts
Got an Indiana chick and I don't ever go across
I ain't really into showin' off
But the show goes on, so I'm really goin' off
So tell me how you feel, what you think and what you heard
I been, I been working out the kinks
I got New B's on my feet that I ain't purchase and they pink
Got the neck lookin' like the surface of the rink, what you think
Cody Banks in a secret agent outfit
It's a bag for the money that I'm makin' out with
Real shit, drop bombs when I make announcements
Need a flight, that's for me, and then I say about six
Go ahead and make 'em round trip
Doing eighty-seven, trying keep away from Crown Vics
None a-miss, swisher laying down, whip
Puerto Rican accent and the shit sound thick
I'ma keep this shit a thou-ou with ya'
I been tryin' take a drive and go downtown with ya'
Steakhouse dinner, can I chow down with ya'
Head back to the crib and put a bounce house in ya'
I'm talking hella kids, yeah
Bitch you know I move with the elegance, yeah
I'm the one that you tell the friends 'bout
Used to disrespect me, you irrelevant now
That's just the way it goes
Used to have the chicks and the hits with the payin' shows
Now you bring it up like that shit was just a day ago
I got love for you, I just think you should be layin' low
Cody Banks in a secret agent outfit
It's a bag for the money that I'm makin' out with
Real shit, drop bombs when I make announcements
Need a flight, that's for me, and then I say about six
Go ahead and make 'em round trip
Doing eighty-seven, trying keep away from Crown Vics
None a-miss, swisher laying down, whip
Puerto Rican accent and the shit sound thick
Sylvia lyrics - Jack Harlow (feat. 2forwOyNE)
[Jack Harlow:]
Baby, what the fuck is really up?
Baby, what the fuck is really up?
Baby, what the fuck is really up? (Ayy, ayy)
Baby, what the fuck is really up?
All my girlfriends like to be rebellious (yeah)
Tattoos with the belly button ring
She a bad little 'ting, look just like a Sylvia (yeah)
And I think its really us (yeah)
PG-13, them my damn affiliates (yeah)
I ain't really with the silly stuff
I'm a, real buddy, when it's lit I still be up (yeah)
R-r-real buddy, when it's lit I still be up
And you're insane (insane)
Like the wind change
Motherfuckers do too, but a couple friends stay, yeah
In state, how she got her tuition
Retail, but she got some commission
I don't listen when they talk from a distance
I'm on some new shit, ayy, you can't relate (woo)
I'm the man for the job, I'm the new candidate
We in the runnin' now, ayy
I'm about to dumb it down for you, just so you can explain
To someone else that wanna know
You can't help me with this flow
'Cause I got it on my own
Yeah, I got it on my own (yeah)
Baby, what the fuck is really up?
All my girlfriends like to be rebellious (yeah)
Tattoos with the belly button ring
She a bad little 'ting, look just like a Sylvia (yeah)
And I think its really us (yeah)
PG-13, them my damn affiliates (yeah)
I ain't really with the silly stuff
I'm a, real buddy, when it's lit I still be up (yeah)
R-r-real buddy, when it's lit I still be up
[2forwOyNE:]
Hey, ayy, call it how I see it
She gon' come and scoop me in her Prius
Take a flight down south, changing seasons
I might just go and read her rights for no reason
She sit that ass on the sink, it's deceivin' (ayy)
But she gon' buss it open whenever I need it (ayy)
I told her that I needed her she bought a heater (ayy)
She expect me, but she know I'm sick, anemic
Baby girl, it's cold out, so this hoodie won't do
VIP grillin' when it ain't nothin' to do
I ain't got nothin' to lose, so she said the party sucks
So I hit her like
[Jack Harlow:]
Baby, what the fuck is really up?
All my girlfriends like to be rebellious (yeah)
Tattoos with the belly button ring
She a bad little 'ting, look just like a Sylvia (yeah)
And I think its really us (yeah)
PG-13, them my damn affiliates (yeah)
I ain't really with the silly stuff
I'm a, real buddy, when it's lit I still be up (yeah)
R-r-real buddy, when it's lit I still be up
I'm on some different type-of
Might dip and get hit with snipers
I know they out to get me, it's a tint when I'm in the Chrysler
I leave once a week to pick a bag up and pick a vice up
She the type of girl to make me feel like I'm indecisive
I take her out to eat and she demand that we split the price up
I been goin' crazy, might just have to go hit the psych up
Been askin' for a time that we can get in and get my life together
I can't trip, I can't trip
Take it slow for the evening
Take it slow, take it slow
They like, "Oh"
There go PG, they're the shit, they're the shit
You should know, I'm 'bout to kill
I got hits, I got hits
Yeah, yeah
Baby, what the fuck is really up?
All my girlfriends like to be rebellious (yeah)
Tattoos with the belly button ring
She a bad little 'ting, look just like a Sylvia (yeah)
And I think its really us (yeah)
PG-13, them my damn affiliates (yeah)
I ain't really with the silly stuff
I'm a, real buddy, when it's lit I still be up (yeah)
R-r-real buddy, when it's lit I still be up
Like This lyrics - Jack Harlow
(Willy Will)
Okay, this right here ain't for everybody
I heard y'all was talking, I don't care about it
I could give a fuck 'bout what the fair amount is
Damn right, hopping on the AM flight
She gon' say I'm right, she the bigger person
I don't get the same vibe from you when in person
I don't get the same vibe 'cause you been imperso-
-natin', y'all can't, take it, I'm gon', take it, uh
Ay, welcome to the winning circle
And we balling on these pussies, y'all just intramural
Said she tryna' pull up, she gon' split the purple
Told her don't be tryna' f-k me till you get the verbal "yes" from me
And I know they tryna' come for me
When I sign the check, all I ever put is 100s
I can't fall in love if I think you want the funds from me
'09 Young Money, how I'm going dumb, dummy
Going stupid in this bitch
And she came in with her friends, y'all should loosen up a bit
She ain't used to getting lit like this
It's okay, me neither, I'm slizzed
Righteous, that's just how it feels every time she ride it
She said like this, I said yeah let's do it just like this
All your friends is gonna'
Fill the club with teenage love
Scream songs and smell some drugs
Oh, oh, oh
I can tell you're tryna' go
We should spend some time alone, yeah
We should spend some time alone
Oh, oh, oh
I need some
I need some solitude with ya'
I got all type of things that I been tryna' do with ya'
Keep it honest I ain't tryna' screw with ya'
But I'm tryna' screw though
Get it fine tuned with ya'
And I'm feeling like I might just made a mistake
I don't really listen what the kids say
Make 'em do a spit-take
Can't believe what y'all been seeing
Play this in the coliseum
And it's, going up
Talk a lot, don't know enough
Spend my adolescence wondering when the girls are showing up
And, sure enough, they finally pulling up
You must think I'm on some stupid shit
You tryna' pull a stunt on me
On I, it's gon' be, a long time
And I'm balling like a small forward
Asked her could she get on all fours, said she all for it
Going stupid in this bitch
And she came in with her friends, y'all should loosen up a bit
She ain't used to getting lit like this
It's okay, me neither, I'm slizzed
Righteous, that's just how it feels every time she ride it
She said like this, I said yeah let's do it just like this
All your friends is gonna'
Fill the club with teenage love
Scream songs and smell some drugs
Oh, oh, oh
I can tell you're tryna' go
We should spend some time alone, yeah
We should spend some time alone
Oh, oh, oh
Going stupid in this bitch
And she came in with her friends, y'all should loosen up a bit
She ain't used to getting lit like this
It's okay, me neither, I'm slizzed
Righteous, that's just how it feels every time she ride it
She said like this, I said yeah let's do it just like this
She ain't used to
She ain't used to
She ain't used to gettin' lit
She ain't used to
She ain't used to
She ain't used to gettin' lit
She ain't used to
She ain't used to
She ain't used to
She ain't used to gettin' lit
Like this
9th Grade lyrics - Jack Harlow
I can't have no convos with you now
I got confirmation numbers all across the fuckin' map, yeah
Tell me why you talkin' out your neck
You like to talk about your issues, I can't chalk it up to that
Chalk on the asphalt
Ass with the tan lines
I been wantin' you since 9th grade
It's about damn time
I don't wanna hear about your ex, keep it to yourself
I know that he like to send you texts, hope you doin' well
Pull up on me and you know the rest, tell me who you tell
Tell me she got real dreams, this just what she do for now
Bitch I'm feelin' juvenile
Got me jumpin' out the gym
I can't take it out the crib
Check the fridge, we out the skim
I feel like they out to get me
Heard you're tryin' see me six feet
Baby I can tell you're intrigued
Don't hide it, ain't no need for that
You the type I spend a long time with
Raw diamonds, wanna' get you raw diamonds
Jean jacket that she got from consignment
Novocaine, codependent with a coat of paint, oh yeah
I got code names for the things I wanna do when we in the same space
I can't have no convos with you now
I got confirmation numbers all across the fuckin' map, yeah
Tell me why you talkin' out your neck
You like to talk about your issues, I can't chalk it up to that
Chalk on the asphalt
Ass with the tan lines
I been wantin' you since 9th grade
It's about damn time
I don't wanna hear about your ex, keep it to yourself
I know that he like to send you texts, hope you doin' well
Pull up on me and you know the rest, tell me who you tell
Tell me she got real dreams, this just what she do for now
Bitch I'm feelin' juvenile
Got me jumpin' out the gym
I can't take it out the crib
Hold your breathe and count to ten
I don't want you pissed
She said I don't know what this is
I don't wanna dismiss that
But we can trust the process
I ain't with the nonsense
I don't check the contents
I got faith in humanity
She got ass like a manatee
That's a whole lot of ass if you askin' me
She said you got some audacity
Used to rap on Audacity
Don't let 'em back just 'cause they ask for me
'Cause I ain't in the mood for no conversation with 'ya
Said she had a great night but she forgot to take some pictures, ah damn
What a shame that is
Up right now, but we ain't changed a bit
I can't have no convos with you now
I got confirmation numbers all across the fuckin' map, yeah
Tell me why you talkin' out your neck
You like to talk about your issues, I can't chalk it up to that
Chalk on the asphalt
Ass with the tan lines
I been wantin' you since 9th grade
It's about damn time
I don't wanna hear about your ex, keep it to yourself
I know that he like to send you texts, hope you doin' well
Pull up on me and you know the rest, tell me who you tell
Tell me she got real dreams, this just what she do for now
Can't Call It lyrics - Jack Harlow
Can't call it
I don't know what to say about this night we been having
She throwing that ass, like it's a javelin
I'm down for the challenge
I'm out for the summer
Come and see me while I'm accessible
Don't get mad 'cause I had to check the pulse
Paid it for her, I ain't checkin' for the boy, yeah
Low fuel, I'ma pump it up to full, yeah
First impression, I already got you full, yeah
I got more in store, I don't read no horoscopes, yeah
Hibachi in the afternoon, I pull up 'fore it's closed, yeah
Wake up early, listening to Norah Jones, yeah
Don't know why y'all throwing that shade
I don't know why y'all wanna be backstage so bad
And your shit cracking
Reese Witherspoon with me, told her get back in
Can't call it
I don't know what to say about this night we been having
She throwing that ass, like it's a javelin
I'm down for the challenge
I'm out for the summer
Come and see me while I'm accessible
Don't get mad 'cause I had to check the pulse
Paid it for her, I ain't checkin' for the boy, yeah
Low fuel, I'ma pump it up to full, yeah
Quit talking
I don't want to hear about all the opinions that y'all been keeping
I got me a couple I like to see on the weekends
I keep it casual but they like to be on deep end sometimes
Handle that case by case
Know they want me make the same face, oh
Without a trace, eh
Without a trace, eh
Without a...
Can't call it
I don't know what to say about this night we been having
She throwing that ass, like it's a javelin
I'm down for the challenge
I'm out for the summer
Come and see me while I'm accessible
Don't get mad 'cause I had to check the pulse
Paid it for her, I ain't checkin' for the boy, yeah
Low fuel, I'ma pump it up to full, yeah
Drip Drop lyrics - Jack Harlow (feat. CyHi The Prynce)
[Jack Harlow:]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hey
If you want it you can have it, that my old style
Moving through the night just like an old coy-
-Yote, low profile, sippin' something, got my piss lookin' like the Oh-hi
Push it 'til it's broke down
Somethin' like my momma when I take the bag home to her
Con artists talkin' like some connoisseurs
If you want the beef we can put them bitches on skewers
She the one I wrote this song for
And she put it on while she puttin' on the contour
Phone calls from the concourse
Long way from home and that pussy what I long for
But, for now I'm on the clock, uh
Give myself off to you right before I knock
Once I'm back home, then you know it's Yung Joc
We gon' set the camcorder up and make a Hitchcock
I'm a uhh, big shot, uh
I can't eat it cold, so I hope this shit's hot
I can't eat the leftovers out the Ziploc
It's a mental thing for me, I can't really explain it
I know we're friends, but it feel like we datin' sometimes
I feel the tension in all the conversations we have
I know the beat ain't really hot 'til I'm pacin' around
And I'm pacin' right now
Yeah, this shit knockin'
And she, and she, she tryin' give noggin (Ooh!)
Tryin' show the youngin' what the the tip top is
But see me, I'm just tryin' see what the drip drop is, uh
Hit it once, she say that we been talkin', uh
I don't mind, I'm enjoyin' the company
And it's validatin' for me, fill the void I been strugglin' with
I rock a soldier out of Troy when I'm bussin' this shit
It's an infection I avoid, I been wantin' a kid
But, I been flip floppin', huh
Indecisive how I'm tryin' get poppin' (Ooh!)
Plain cheeseburger, I don't get toppin'
Chauncey tryin' show me what the crip walk is
[CyHi The Prynce:]
CyHi, yeah, huh
Drip droppin'
Call the maintenance man, I don't fix faucets, huh
Smoke is strong, can't quit coughin'
Valentino with the Louis, boy, I make sauces
Big bosses over here, girl, I'm Rick Rossin', haha
Big toppin' with the cheese gossip
She like my last CD, I guess she disc jockin'
Spokin' word over bass, I be grid lockin'
She was bad so I had to take the bitch shoppin'
Hit the Rollie store to kill time, now we tick tockin', huh
Hurry up before my dick soften
She put the panties on backwards, got her criss crossin', huh
Send her home in some sweatpants
She vegan so I hit her with the eggplant, huh
Her daddy rich so so I'm Stedman, huh
Vetements Gucci headband, huh
She said I'm better than her ex man
If you fuck another bitch, you a dead man
Hold on, girl, you talkin' like you pregnant
I am not your nigga, I'm your bestfriend, huh
Shhh, quit talkin'
I just wanna' know what the drip drop is, huh
I pull her hair, girl, I rip stockins'
If you ain't fuckin' with me, you can kick rocks then
Never take the hat off, boy, I'm Kid Rockin'
She said, "I'm sorry, I don't get that type of dick often"
Honey gold diggin', hope you tryin' to pick pocket
So I'm swip swappin'
Got a thick chocolate
Little chick from the market, caught her wrist wathcin'
Now we at the crib and we binge watchin'
I'm straight forward on some Chris Rock shit
I'm just tryin' see what the drip drop is, huh
Knack For It lyrics - Jack Harlow
Off the backboard
I was thirty-minutes, he was hopping off the back porch
Tell me what you bad for, tell me who you good to
I'ma need a magazine or something I could look through
I been waiting
For, you to break up with your man
I seen him on the 'Gram and I ain't really a fan of y'alls
Situation, you gon' get tired, real tired tryna' make sense
Of how the fuck my day spent
Do you got issues with me
Tell me right now before you get rude with me
She got a knack for it
Even my best friend done fell in love with her before
Ain't gotta act forward
I know what you on, you should know that I done been here before
You need a passport
So when I'm on the road you can pull up, girl, with me on the tour
That sounds fire, takin' out the trash when you pulled up outside
I was lettin' out sighs of relief that I still got some more time with the scenes
Prayin' on, any sign of a weakness
I ain't trippin' in the least bit
You got problems that you need fixed
I got me a couple too, I know what you mean
She was disappearin', I ain't notice a thing
It might be better that way
She got a knack for it
Even my best friend done fell in love with her before
Ain't gotta act forward
I know what you on, you should know I done been here before
She got a knack for it
Even my best friend done fell in love with her before
Ain't gotta act forward
I know what you on, you should know I done been here before
Vacate lyrics - Jack Harlow (feat. Taylor)
(K. Swish)
[Taylor:]
Ayy, say it ain't so
Brought two bitches, go fast and slow
Take my time, let they sis, but it really ain't, no
Turn on strip like a bank on gold
Paint on this like if they don't know
Ain't no mixing, slide on us
Ain't no issue with all that, huh
I'm just different and all that
I just dipped out with all that, uh
Take a picture, what I got on, ayy
[Jack Harlow:]
Vacate the premises, uh
Y'all know what the premise is, yeah
I get prim and proper (Ooh!)
Like we at the opera (Ooh!)
I am not opposed to it if you tryna pop up on me, hey, hey
Killin' me slowly
My chick look like Jenaveve Jolie, yeah
She got the remedy for me, when I get lonely
When we get around everybody, ooh
We pretend to be homies, uh
But that ain't the case (yeah)
I put you back in the place (yeah)
Me and my brothers we back in the place (yeah)
Come and say hi
I understand if you wanna' stay high for this
I'm in this bitch with no oxygen
My bro tryna quit so he copped the pen
Them fellas you with, boy they not your friends
I heard what they said 'cause they said it to me
I had to tell you, couldn't let this shit be
Vacate the premises, uh
Y'all know what the premise is, yeah
I get prim and proper (Ooh!)
Like we at the opera (Ooh!)
I am not opposed to it if you tryna pop up on me, hey, hey
Killin' me slowly
My chick look like Jenaveve Jolie, yeah
She got the remedy for me, when I get lonely
When we get around everybody, ooh
We pretend to be homies, uh
[Taylor:]
Uh, but that ain't the case
I know it's hard to relate, yeah
Made the mistake (yeah)
Told her that I had it for one of her friends
Listenin', look on her face
But it ain't up for debate
I just might treat it accordingly (hey, hey, woah)
Might be too late for the or-a-gy (hey, hey)
Runnin' the beat 'til the chorus hit
I'll just put fridge in the orange juice (ayy, haha)
Ayy, I don't look good in an orange suit
I need a 'rari or horse shoes
Hop in the car and wonton soup
I need a trip to Milan soon
I gotta make up my mind, uh
Tell me what she read online today
I do not work with a horoscope
I wonder what the thesaurus say
I'm on the wing just like Hornacek (woah)
Give me a minute
Had to get rid of my demons or sum'n
Like it was tennis (hey, hey)
I guess I feel like I'm Jesus' son
Quick to forget it (yeah)
I heard the truck, she was rented
[Jack Harlow:]
Vacate the premises, uh
Y'all know what the premise is, yeah
I get prim and proper (Ooh!)
Like we at the opera (Ooh!)
I am not opposed to it if you tryna pop up on me, hey, hey
Killin' me slowly
My chick look like Jenaveve Jolie, yeah
She got the remedy for me, when I get lonely
When we get around everybody, ooh
We pretend to be homies, uh
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