Nail Tech Lyrics – Jack Harlow is the latest English song also produced by Boi-1da, Coleman, Angel López, Rogét Chahayed & Fierce (Producer). Nail Tech Lyrics are written by Jack Harlow.
Nail Tech Song Details:
| Song: | Nail Tech |
| Singer: | Jack Harlow |
| Produced by: | Boi-1da, Coleman, Angel López, Rogét Chahayed & Fierce (Producer) |
| Lyrics: | Jack Harlow |
Nail Tech Lyrics
Mm-mm, mm, mm-mm
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, high reekin’
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
Most of y’all ain’t wealthy, most of y’all just dress like it
I caught the vibe y’all givin’ off, and I’m tryna make mysels 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 hall and I’m cosigning this wave comin’ up next out it
Ridin’ ’round shotgun in her Tesla, hangin’ both of my legs out of it
Like “What’s up?”
I got stakes and they too high now, I can’t fuck up
I like girls that’s down to earth, so don’t be stuck up
I don’t take Ls, I give ’em out and I chop ’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
Fuck a close friends, I got friends that I keep close
And they let it go while I reload
Like bow, bow, bow
TSA just opened my bookbag up
And my chain hittin’ like bow, bow, bow, bow
The king’s back in his hometown, when them wheels hit
And I touchdown they bow, bow, bow, bow
She download three point stance
I’m back there doin’ Jack Dan’s like bow, bow, bow, bow
And I’m not no fashionista, but I’m fly though
And I know I gave up drinkin’, but I’m high though
I told her “I don’t come from here, but you can try though”
I’m not on top of this shit yet though, but I’m that guy though
I take a look ’round and my comp and it’s just, uh
Wide open, big whippin’, it slide open
I notice they treat me like 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
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 bow, bow, bow
TSA just opened my bookbag up
And my chain hittin’ like bow, bow, bow, bow
The king’s back in his hometown, when them wheels hit
And I touchdown they bow, bow, bow, bow
She download three point stance
I’m back there doin’ Jack Dan’s like bow, bow, bow, bow