Hitchcock - Jack Harlow

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

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

Chandeliers swinging through my comfort zone

Standing here thinking how we gonna blow

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

Y’all come and go with them 20-minute dreams

Blown away by a coincidence and wonder what it means

Check your horoscopes at night and fall in love with what you read

Like the universe gon' have my back in 2017

You ain’t 'bout shit

Feeling like I’m Reggie Miller down six

Doing 90 looking out for undercover Crown Vics

Flying out the city, paying zero dollars round trip

Saw her take a picture of me told her take it down quick

Bitch' I’m from the Lou

And they know me when they see me

Ever since I was in school

I should shout out to my father

Know they peep me handle business

All you really gotta know is I get it from that dude

Shooting from the Nazareth

We shooting for that platinum hit

It’s Jack from out the Highlands

Going stupid on these tracks again

I’m moving with a pack of kids and supervising acid trips

Rappers getting worse I think they using too much Actavis

It’s cool though

I’m just a guest inside the house

Of a culture that ain’t mine

And I’m just blessed to be around

These kids be talking bout what’s trash

Man I swear that y’all got some nerve

How you gon be most opinionated from the suburbs

I hope they bump this shit on Bardstown

With the windows down

Riding round while the stars out

In the garden now, this the wrong tree to bark down

Finally snapping on these hoes and I don’t need no hard count

Damn