Hitchcock Jack Harlow

[Intro]
Watching Hitchcocks 'til I drift off
Woke up to this beat and let that shit knock
She won't give top 'til my dick's out
Clockwork every weekend it's like tick tock

[Verse 1]
I just hit Atlanta, I got 2for with me
In the cockpit, I might just take 'em to Pluto with me
If Bruno hit me, we might have to fuck with Mars
And they don't want to hear me sing
They told me rap those fucking bars
Well, alright
Trust I ain't forgot how to do it
I been in hibernation trying to fucking stockpile this music
I heard the shit that y'all been dropping is monotonous to me
You got a mic inside your room, well see that's not how you use it
Y'all fucking suck
Keep your distances from me
They should've warned y'all don't be fucking with that kid from Kentucky
I know some hipsters in my city, won't admit that they love me
'Cause back when they were my age, they wasn't shit except ugly

[Bridge]
Chandeliers swinging through my comfort zone (Damn)
Standing here thinking how we gonna blow (Damn)
She got the manicured fingers with the butt that go
With her jeans, fitted, yeah she covered in Atlanta snow
And as for me, I'm just a young one
Walking, talking hundreds motions with her bout a hundred flows
I've been trying to find the next step
To make my best friends rich
And you been sitting 'round wondering if the blunt is rolled