SUVs (Black on Black
Jack Harlow & Pooh Shiesty Lyrics

All of my brags turn to facts And that's why
The things I boast about actually come true, and that's why…

All my brags turn to facts, all my hunnids 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
My boasts actually turn into reality and my wealth has grown exponentially. The girls that once wanted nothing to do with me are now all over me, and my SUVs are all black. Though I messed up in the past, I'm now on the right track to success, and that's a fact.

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 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')
I'm living a luxurious life, eating filet mignon on me, and my penthouse is like my natural habitat. However, despite getting a substantial tax return, it still cut my cash in half. My girlfriend is jealous because I flirt with older women who fall for me. But now that I'm back in Atlanta, I am ready to get back to work. I stay level-headed even when others are getting too excited. Many people in my hometown are struggling, but I keep pushing forward. I used to be less fortunate, catching some sleep on the couch, but now I'm in charge like John Wooden. In the kitchen, I'm cooking with my expensive jewelry on, and people can't help but stare at me in the mall.

Yeah, yeah, I 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 talkin' tough, can't wait to slime 'em out, king slatt
I've seen people who were once 'hitters' turn against me and become rats. We've upgraded from Chrysler Hemis to Cadillac 'Cats. I remember being chased by someone in my Trailblazer. Now, we're all in black SUVs. I see them being tough, but I can't wait to outsmart them and come out on top, 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 (brr, brr, brr)
I demand that every car I drive must have two guns on the dashboard, and every girl that I want, I won't stop until I've conquered them. If someone tries to grab my necklace, they'll get hit by my gun. My jewelry store, Wafi, has provided me with numerous pieces, all adorned with expensive diamonds. We're always against the 'opps' and won't let anything go. If you can't find me, it's because I'm busy working or in my bag, making money. My guns are all loaded, and I even have extended mags. I don't put any identification tags on my Trackhawk so that I can make a quick escape. After I run away, I'll re-wrap it in black. Always think before you act, considering the consequences for you and your loved ones. I'm trying to go back and help rebuild the part of town that I grew up in. And if you mess with me, I'll come at you hard and fast, like a quarterback throwing hollow-point bullets.

All my brags turn to facts, all my hunnids 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
My boasts always seem to come true, and I've upgraded from $100 bills to bundles of cash. The girls who once paid me no attention are now all over me, and all my SUVs are sleek and black. Although I had some difficulties in the past, I've got my life back on track and things are going well.

Yeah, yeah, I 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 talkin' tough, can't wait to slime 'em out, king slatt, brr, brr
I've witnessed people who were once criminals in their prime turn on me and become rats. We've stepped up from Chrysler Hemis to Cadillac 'Cats. I recall someone following me in my Trailblazer. Now, we all travel in black SUVs. I see them trying to act tough, but I can't wait to outsmart them and come out victorious, king slatt.