Jack Harlow - Sweet Action Lyrics
WHATS POPPIN
What's poppin'? (Pooh, you a fool for this one)
Brand new whip just hopped in (just hopped in)
I got options (oh Lord, Jetson made another one)
I could pass that bitch like Stockton (it ain't nothin')
Just joshin'
I'ma spend this holiday locked in (ooh)
My body got rid of them toxins (mmh, mmh)
Sportscenter, top ten
I could put the ball in the end zone
Put a bad bitch in the friendzone, ooh
This shit sound like an intro
Jetson, give me that tempo, ooh
Told Pooh he a fool with this shit (he a fool)
Told her don't let her friends know (don't)
In the 'Ville and I move like a don (don)
Eating fettuccine at Vincenzo's
Me and my 'migos got that free smoke
On the West Coast, yeah, I'm talking 'bout pre-rolls (pre-roll)
Dark haired bitch and she look like Shego (she do)
Hometown hero, feeling myself, can't murder my ego (can't do it)
She heard of my deep stroke
She said, "Babe, does it hurt when I deep throat?" (It does)
Certified freak ho, hang around us and she learnin' my lingo
Back then, wasn't worried 'bout me though
In the gym tryna work on my free throw, goddamn
Spending money at the club like Sam's (cha-ching)
Yes, ma'am
She a lil' freak on cam (that's facts)
But she don't put this on the 'Gram (nah)
Lil' boys tryna diss on the 'Gram (ay)
I can't switch on the fam (bitch)
Shit's hot, hit the switch on the fan (hit that shit)
This where my head is (listen)
I feel resentment from every direction
Even some homies be wearing expressions
I be discouraged from sharing my blessings (damn)
We used to share a connection
Now it just feels like it's wearing and stretching
I'm getting real sick of taking advice
From people that never could stare at reflections
Somewhere in there is a lesson
Y'all ain't evolvin', it's very depressing
I'm at the club with the basketball team
Me and the Cardinals are sharing a section (facts)
Gotta cherish the present
I'm drinking water and wearing protection
Got a career and I'm very invested
Some people call it a scary obsession (ooh, period, but)
I like to call it a passion
I can't be sitting relaxin' (nah, I can't)
PG, we getting some traction
I'm at the venue, it's packed in (packed out)
I'm digging her accent
I got a B.B. Simon belt on me and she tryna get it unfastened
That's my type of distraction, that's my type and she Latin (that's facts, ooh)
Got my own flow and I'm 'bout to get a patent
Brand new sheets for the bed, they satin (soft, real soft)
Y'all wasn't tuned in back then (nah)
My swag, they keep jackin' (keep on jackin')
I ain't doin' no verse, quit askin' (quit askin')
What's poppin'? (Pooh, you a fool for this one)
Brand new whip just hopped in (just hopped in)
I got options
I could pass that bitch like Stockton (it ain't nothin')
Just joshin'
I'ma spend this holiday locked in (ooh)
My body got rid of them toxins (mmh, mmh)
Sportscenter, top ten
Writer: Darryl Clemons, Jackman Thomas Harlow, John Wesley Lucas, Tahj Morgan, Nathan II Ward
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
2STYLISH
Too stylish (bae), she too fly
Make me lose balance, back it up
Like we taking over for the '99 and the 2000's
The city, that's mine
I need a new challenge
I can't tell if you 'bout it
I doubt it
Baddies at the club and they got ya boy surrounded
She want me to pound it
Said she want my kids but they grounded
I been staying focused, got me celibate
I could be selling dick
Now I'm in my element
Y'all boys irrelevant
Me and Jenius we got hella hits
I don't know what jealous is
'Cause I ain't never felt the shit
Feeling like myself again
Feeling like the man, ooh
I got some stories I can tell my kids
You got some stories you can tell your friends
About my grace and my elegance
Too stylish, she too fly
Make me lose balance, back it up
Like we taking over for the '99 and the 2000's
The city that's mine I need a new challenge
I can't tell if you 'bout it
She on that Smirnoff Ice
Get right to it we don't turn off lights
She done got some money now she wear Off White
Off of the white, got her turnt all night
All right, them boys said on sight, it's all lies
Big dog to these small fries, yeah
10s with me, you got all 5s, yeah
I might be the greatest all time
Too stylish, she too fly
Make me lose balance, back it up
Like we taking over for the '99 and the 2000's
The city that's mine I need a new challenge
I can't tell if you 'bout it
Too stylish, she too fly
Make me lose balance, back it up
Like we taking over for the '99 and the 2000's
The city that's mine I need a new challenge
I can't tell if you 'bout it
Writer: Jackman Thomas Harlow, Julius Alexander Brown, Mino Drerup, Nathan Ward II
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing
I WANNA SEE SOME ASS
(I wanna see some ass)
(I wanna, see some ass)
Jetsonmade another one baby
I wanna see some ass
I wanna see some ass
Baby can you do it like that?
From the front to the back
She said, "I don't wanna move too fast"
'Til she hit that gas
Ciroc and the puff puff pass
Now the whole squad getting f*cked up fast
She said, "Jack, where you been at?"
On the road but I just got back
And I'm, sill flyier than a bitch
And ya boyfriend well he just not that
And I, I don't know how to behave
I'ma tell her be safe
I don't need the pussy
I'ma tell her be safe
I got God with me
And he's telling me things
I wanna see some ass
I wanna see some ass
Baby can you do it like that?
From the front to the back
She said, "I don't wanna move too fast"
'Til she hit that gas
Ciroc and the puff puff pass
Now the whole squad getting f*cked up fast, ay
Ooh, I'm just tryna' see some'n
I ain't gotta say it 'cause they know where we from
I got some money out the ATM
But I'm gonna keep some
Strip club, pre cum
Off of the liquor fell in love with a stripper
Now I'm asking where she from
As if we gon' be some'n
I wanna be some'n
Take my number down
You can hit me if you need some'n
Said she got three sons
Do you want four? 'Cause I need one
Do you got whores? 'Cause I'll be one
Going all night like the reruns
I wanna see some ass
I wanna see some ass
Baby can you do it like that?
From the front to the back
She said, "I don't wanna move too fast"
'Til she hit that gas
Ciroc and the puff puff pass
Now the whole squad getting f*cked up fast
Writer: Jackman Thomas Harlow, Kevin Gomringer, Tahj Morgan, Tim Gomringer
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
SMELLS LIKE INCENSE
Ay, she already chose, why you trippin'?
She ain't that significant
Used to have a gimmick
Glad I never went big with it
Now I got the big wigs spendin'
I got Titos on the rocks
With some cranberry mixed in with it, ooh
She got a one bed one bath
And it smells like incense in it
I got a chick and she a bit dim-witted
But she real pretty and she slim thick with it
She let the whole imprint hit it
Now I'm cool I ain't got no real interest in it
I know my innocence gone
'Cause it's 80 proof liquor all up in my system
I'ont jerk it when I'm finna get some
And it paid off for me 'cause I'm finishing strong
But I don't let the kids live long
'Cause the utilities and the renter's insurance is enough already
Tryna' do the right thing but I bluffed already
Tryna' take it slow but I cuffed already
She already chose, why you trippin'?
She ain't that significant
Used to have a gimmick
Glad I never went big with it
Now I got the big wigs spendin'
I got Titos on the rocks
With some cranberry mixed in with it, ooh
She got a one bed one bath
And it smells like incense in it
Dirty clothes on the floor
Polaroids on the door
Told her we should talk more
But I'm going on tour
Psych major she a sophomore
Honda Accord on the parking deck top floor
Know its uncalled for
Got her on all fours
We was playing Uno she said, "Draw four"
I said, "What you wearing drawers for?"
Bad biddies every city
Know that we got all sorts
My dawgs ride for me, yeah, they on board
Treat the 2fo' beat just like a longboard
Fire code, at the show
They want an encore
Ay, ay, they want an encore
She already chose, why you trippin'?
She ain't that significant
Used to have a gimmick
Glad I never went big with it
Now I got the big wigs spendin'
I got Titos on the rocks
With some cranberry mixed in with it, ooh
She got a one bed one bath
And it smells like incense in it
Writer: Brianna Karen Farruggio, Dawoyne Lawson, Jackman Thomas Harlow
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave
OUT FRONT
(Please let me know)
(What type of Voodoo magic trick)
(I gotta do in order to see you before I leave)
(This seat, just let me know what's the procedure)
(Too book an appointment with you)
I know that you been waiting on me
I'm out front
I know you sick of playing these games
I'm 'bout done
I can turn this shit up a couple of thousand
Your man saying something but he ain't about nun
'Bout nun, 'Bout nun, mmh, how come?
Don't talk like that when you know the outcome
She been waiting 'til I drop, let her play the album
Outdone, he been outdone
Lot of girls back home, but I'm thinking about one
Made rounds in my phone
But I'm leaving out someone, someone
I-71 to Cane Run
I didn't wanna say nun, but I just think that
This ain't what you want girl
Can't front girl
I can't just be with one girl
Especially when you know how pussy runs the world
And it's running through my mind like whoa
Through my mind like
I know that you been waiting on me
I'm out front
I know you sick of playing these games
I'm 'bout done
I can turn this shit up a couple of thousand
Your man saying something but he ain't about nun
'Bout nun, 'Bout nun, mmh, how come?
Don't talk like that when you know the outcome
She been waiting 'til I drop, let her play the album
Gon' play that shit, mmh mh
Gon' play that shit
I was thinking 'bout you when I made that shit
Okay, me and that girl got the same accent
'Cause she's a hometown baby
Could you put your phone down maybe?
You been showing out lately
She just want to spend a little quality time
I-65 on a late night drive
And I'm going 'bout 80
Maybe I been going 'bout it all wrong
Sometimes I just need someone to call on
What I'm gon' do when they all gone?
I know that you been waiting on me
I'm out front
I know you sick of playing these games
I'm 'bout done
I can turn this shit up a couple of thousand
Your man saying something but he ain't about nun
'Bout nun, 'Bout nun, mmh, how come?
Don't talk like that when you know the outcome
She been waiting 'til I drop, let her play the album
Gon' play that shit, mmh mh
Gon' play that shit
I was thinking 'bout you when I made that shit
I was thinking 'bout, girl (got the same-)
Writer: Jackman Thomas Harlow, Julius Alexander Brown, Mino Drerup, Nathan Ward II
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing
HEY BIG HEAD
Hey big head
I'm locked in tryna' make this bread
I can't keep on giving you time
I got cash to make instead
She wanna f*ck me one on one
We might run that train instead
Me and my friend just like twins
Same nutsack and the same dick head
(What the f*ck?)
Seen that bitch and we ain't impressed
Thick brunette and she came from Lex
Phone got bugs and they ain't insects
Feds tuned in when I send my texts
Ain't nobody worried about if I'm next
'Cause they know I'm next
I thank God I know I'm blessed
I recall when you threw shade
I can let that shit go I guess
I locked in had to go out less
Everybody act like they know best (know best)
Her boyfriend ain't fresh
Look like someone I'm gon' outdress
She's so wet had to hold my breath
Ain't hit since she know I'm pressed
(F*cked up about it)
Show my chest let me flex bitch
In the flesh got connects down in Texas
Pussy juice, side of eggs
That's my breakfast
Suga momma, fifty-six off of Craigslist
Can we have a threesome with your f*cking best friend?
I ain't talking Florida when I say I'm destined
She ain't know my money taller than a Westin
Hotel got your bitches checked in
Ex-chick salty just like Chex Mix
Cop a plane ticket for my new chick once the check hits
I come from a city that is very much eclectic
But it's got another side to it that gets hectic
Shorty that I mess with got a friend that's a detective
She gon' run surveillance just to find out who I've slept with
All my jewelry gifted
Just like me ain't bought a necklace
I'm not young and reckless
Bitch I'm cool calm and collected (collected)
Flexin', I'm the one that she texting (texting)
Light skin, from DC like the Redskins (Redskins)
These rappers falling off just like dead skin
I set trends, next up no question (no question)
Writer: Jackman Thomas Harlow, Julius Alexander Brown, Nathan Ward II, Shin Hwang
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing
ONCE MAY COMES
If you wondering what may come from it
Once May comes then we graduate for the summer
'Til then, lock in
Watch the cake come from it
Pray to God we break one hundred
Once you get it popping
Watch the hate come from it
Chicks I used to chase come from it
I can ask my bro he gonna stay one hundred with me
I know what they talking about now
And my Brodie he got principles
Don't often back down
And I think they gone tell me when I'm off the track now
But as for right now man I'm off in this bitch
'Bout to set it off in this bitch, ay
We don't often get missed, uh
At least not how we used to in the old days
Heat rock what we groove to, and they all say
You could put a milli on us, uh
You could put a milli on us
I can keep it really honest
They f*ck with you but see they really on us
You can put a milli on us
If you wondering what may come from it
Once May comes then we graduate for the summer
'Til then, lock in
Watch the cake come from it
Pray to God we break one hundred, ay
Once you get it popping
Watch the hate come from it
Chicks I used to chase come from it
I can ask my bro he gonna stay one hundred with me
I know what they talking about now
And my Brodie he got principles
Don't often back down
And I think they gone tell me when I'm off the track now
But as for right now man I'm off in this bitch
'Bout to set it off in this bitch, ay
We don't often get missed, uh
At least not how we used to in the old days
Heat rock what we groove to, and they all say
You could put a milli on us, uh
You could put a milli on us
I can keep it really honest
They f*ck with you but see they really on us
You can put a milli on us
You could put a milli on us
You could put a milli on us
I can keep it really honest
They f*ck with you
But see they really on us
Writer: Dawoyne Entre Lawson, Jackman Thomas Harlow, Julius Alexander Brown, Nathan Harry II Ward, Rickie Lamar Thomas
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing, Songtrust Ave