SUVs (Black on Black) lyrics
All of my brags turn to factsAnd that’s why
All my brags turn to facts, all my hundreds turn to racksAll my ladies turn to snacks, SUVs black on (black on)SUVs black on blackI was fuckin’ up, but now I’m back on track, that’s a fact, woo
Filet mignon, that’s on JackI done turned a penthouse suite into my natural habitatI just got my taxes back, that shit cut my cash in halfAnd it hurt (and it hurt), main chick say I’m a flirt
Older women fall for me, I make ’em press that Life AlertI just took a flight back to the A, I’m ready to get right to workMe, I keep the coolest head, even when they get hype at firstLotta people back at home, they tryna make it out the dirt
Don’t stop pushin’, used to catch Z’s on the couch cushionsNow 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 racksAll my ladies turn to snacks, SUVs black on (black on)SUVs black on blackI was fuckin’ up, but now I’m back on track, that’s a fact
Yeah, yeah, I’ve seen hitters turn to ratsWe went from hemis to them ‘CatsRemember trailed me in my Track’SUVs (SUVs), SUVs black on blackI 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 hoe I want, every hoe I want get smashed (you know that hoe got smashed)Tryna reach for somethin’ around my neckGet 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 60 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 (skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, 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)
All my brags turn to facts, all my hundreds turn to racksAll my ladies turn to snacks, SUVs black on (black on)SUVs black on blackI was fuckin’ up, but now I’m back on track, that’s a fact
Yeah, yeah, I’ve seen hitters turn to ratsWe went from hemis to them ‘CatsRemember trailed me in my Track’SUVs (SUVs), SUVs black on blackI see ’em talking’ tough, can’t wait to slime ’em out, king slatt
Blrrrd, blrrrdBlrrrd