Chord SUVs (Black on Black) & Pooh Shiesty by Jack Harlow feat Pooh Shiesty

INTRO B All of my brags turn to facts B And that's why CHORUS B All my brags turn to facts, all my hundreds turn to racks B All my ladies turn to snacks, SUVs black on— Black on B SUVs black on black B I was fuckin' up, but now I'm back on track, that's a fact, woo VERSE B Filet mignon, that's on Jack B I done turned a penthouse suite into my natural habitat B I just got my taxes back, that shit cut my cash in half B And it hurt And it hurt, main chick say I'm a flirt B Older women fall for me, I make 'em press that Life Alert B I just took a flight back to the A, I'm ready to get right to work B Me, I keep the coolest head even when they get hype at first B Lotta people back at home, they tryna make it out the dirt B Don't stop pushin', used to catch Z's on the couch cushions B Now I call the shots like I'm John Wooden John Wooden B In the kitchen with my jewelry in the pot cookin' B Walkin' through the mall, and they can't stop lookin' I ain't lyin' CHORUS B All my brags turn to facts, all my hundreds turn to racks B All my ladies turn to snacks, SUVs black on— Black on B SUVs black on black B I was fuckin' up, but now I'm back on track, that's a fact B Yeah, yeah, I've seen hitters turn to rats B We went from hemis to them 'Cats B Remember trailed me in my Track' B SUVs SUVs, SUVs black on black B I see 'em talking' tough, can't wait to slime 'em out, king slatt VERSE B Every car I get up in gotta have two up on the dash Skrrt, skrrt B And every ho I want, every ho I want get smashed You know that ho got smashed B Tryna reach for somethin' around my neck, B get hit with the whole mag Don't get cut about this glass B All these new VVs on me wet, B you can blame Wafi for this glass Wafi for this jewelry B We stand against the opps forever, B ain't no puttin' shit in the past Puttin' shit in no past never B If you was lookin' for and couldn't find me, B I was in my bag I was in my bag B It's sixty rounds under my chop, B all my guns got extended mags Guns got extended mags B Put no tags up on my Trackhawk 'cause B I plan on doin' the dash Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, yeah B After I get away, re wrap it all black Re wrap it all black B Think 'bout your folks before you play, B you gotta be smarter than that Just be smarter than that B I'm tryna go back and rebuild the hood where B I was starvin' at Where I was starvin' at B And that's a fact, you fuck with Harlow, B I send hollow bullets just like a quarterback Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd CHORUS B All my brags turn to facts, all my hundreds turn to racks B All my ladies turn to snacks, SUVs black on— Black on B SUVs black on black B I was fuckin' up, but now I'm back on track, that's a fact B Yeah, yeah, I've seen hitters turn to rats B We went from hemis to them 'Cats B Remember trailed me in my Track' B SUVs SUVs, SUVs black on black B I see 'em talking' tough, B can't wait to slime 'em out, king slatt, blrrrd, blrrrd B Blrrrd