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 Fucking Up
But Now I'm Back On Track
That's A Fact, Wooh

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 Them 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 Pushing
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 Cooking
Walking Through The Mall
And They Can't Stop Looking
(I Ain't Lying)

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 Fucking 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 Them Talking Tough
Can't Wait To Slime Them 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 Something 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 Doing The Dash
(Skrrt, Skrrt, Skrrt, Skrrt, Yeah)

After I Get Away Re-wrap It All Black
(Re-wrap It All Black)
Think About 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 Starving 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 Fucking 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 Them Talking Tough
Can't Wait To Slime Them Out
King Slatt
Blrrrd, Blrrrd Blrrrd