Go Grizz. All of my brags turn to facts
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 f**kin' up, but now I'm back on track, that's a fact, yeah

[Verse 1: Jack Harlow]
Filet Mignon, that's on Jack
I done turned the penthouse suite into my natural habitat
I just got my taxes back, that sh*t come, cash I ain't have
It ain't hurt, it ain't hurt, main chick, so I'ma flirt
All the women fall for me, I may go press 'em on high alert
I just took a flight back to the A, I'm right back to work
Me, I keep the coolest head even when they get hype at first

Lotta people beggin', only tryna make it out the dirt
Don't stop pushin', used to catch Z's on the couch cushion
Now I call the shots like I'm John Wooden
In the kitchen with my jewelry in the pot cookin'
Walkin' through the mall, and they can't stop lookin'

[Chorus: Jack Harlow & Pooh Shiesty]
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 f**kin' up, but now I'm back on track, that's a fact, yeah (Fact)
Yeah, yeah, I've seen hitters turn to rat, nigga
From Miami to them 'Cat, nigga, spare me in my track, nigga
SUV (SUV), SUVs black on black
I see 'em talking' tough, can't wait to slam 'em out, king slatt

[Verse 2: Pooh Shiesty]
Every car I get up in gotta have two up on the dash (Skrr, skrr)
Every hoe I want, every hoe I want, you know that
Tryna reach for 'round my neck, get hit with the whole mag
All these new VVs on me, where he blind walkin' through the glass
Federal lookin' for me, they couldn't find me, I was in my bag (I was in my bag)
Sixty rounds is in my chop, all my guns got extended mags (Got extended mags)
Pull up in my Trackhawk 'cause I plan on doin' the dash (Skrrt, skrrt)
After I get away, re-wrap it all black (Re-wrap it all black)
The f**k, before you play, you gotta be smarter than that (Be smarter than that)
Tryna go back and rebuild the hood where I was starvin' at (I was starvin' at)
And this a fact, I f**k with Harlow, I sent Harlow bullets like a quarterback (Blrrrd, blrrrd)

[Chorus: Jack Harlow & Pooh Shiesty]
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 f**kin' up, but now I'm back on track, that's a fact, yeah (Fact)
Yeah, yeah, I've seen hitters turn to rat, nigga
From Miami to them 'Cat, nigga, spare me in my track, nigga
SUV (SUV), SUVs black on black
I see 'em talking' tough, can't wait to slam 'em out, king slatt