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