Nail Tech Lyrics by Jack Harlow

[Intro: Jack Harlow]
Hmm Hmm, Hmm Hmm
Tss

[Verse 1: Jack Harlow]
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?

[Pre-Chorus: Jack Harlow]
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

[Chorus: Jack Harlow]
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

[Verse 2: Jack Harlow]
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 (Ooh)
Wide open, big whippin', it slide open (Mm-mm)
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...

[Pre-Chorus: Jack Harlow]
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

[Chorus: Jack Harlow]
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