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)