Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song SUVs (Black on Black), artist - Jack Harlow. Date of issue: 02.08.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
SUVs (Black on Black) |
| 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 |