Letra de 'Nail Tech' de Jack Harlow

Mm-mm, mm, mm-mm
Tss

My nail tech knows how to keep a lil' secret
I don't wish for my success, I speak it
I caught a buzz, and you did too, but you tweakin'
I look like I been gettin' money, I reek it
You smell me, that's LV
Walkin' 'round with my chest out, and my skin smooth, I'm healthy
I'm in the mix and I'm handshakin' but most of y'all can't help me (nah)
Most of y'all ain't wealthy (nope), most of y'all just dress like it
I caught the vibe that y'all givin' off, and I'm tryna make myself less like it
This chick got a lil' Porsche body, I might let the bro test drive it
It's hard for me to get excited, I love music, and stress 'bout it
My city haulin' and I'm cosigning this wave, comin' up next out it
Ridin' 'round and this shotgun in her Tesla
Hangin' both of my legs out of it, like: What's up? (What's up?)
I got stakes and they too high now, I can't fuck up (can't fuck up)
I like girls that's down to Earth, so don't be stuck up (stuck up)
I don't take Ls, I give 'em out and I chuck 'em up
First listen, they hearin' this shit like: What the fuck?

Ten toes, that's my MO
Fam' over 'Gram, that's my MO (on my momma)
Fuck a close friends, I got friends that I keep close
And they let it go while I reload

Like baow, baow, baow
TSA just opened my book-bag up and my chain hittin' like
Baow, baow, baow, baow
The king's back in his hometown, when them wheels hit and I touchdown they
Baow, baow, baow, baow
She down low, three point stance, I'm back there doin' Jack dance like
Baow, baow, baow, baow

And I'm not no fashionista, but I'm fly though (but I'm fly)
And I know I gave up drinkin', but I'm high though (but I'm high)
I told her: I don't cum from head, but you can try though (you can try)
I'm not on top of this shit yet, but I'm that guy though
I take a look 'round and my comp and it's just, uh (oh)
Wide open, big whippin', it slide open
I notice they treat me like I'm chosen (I'm chosen)
Eyes open, heart clean and my mind focused
This shit just keeps goin' how I wrote it
How the hell could you doubt us?
I mean, back then it made sense, but it's like, now what?
Now they down to come 'round just to be 'round us
You ain't one of my dawgs, why do you hound us?
It's very few of you I like, but it's a whole lot of y'all I don't trust
'Cause

Ten toes, that's my MO
Fam' over 'Gram, that's my MO
Fuck a close friends, I got friends that I keep close
And they let it go while I reload

Like baow, baow, baow
TSA just opened my book-bag up and my chain hittin' like
Baow, baow, baow, baow
The king's back in his hometown, when them wheels hit and I touchdown they
Baow, baow, baow, baow
She down low, three point stance, I'm back there doin' Jack dance like
Baow, baow, baow, baow