Tyler Herro Lyrics – Jack Harlow

Yeah

The ones that hate me the most look just like me

You tell me what that means

Make a slick comment and see what that brings

I seen it go down, we can reenact things

Extreme like BMXing

These boys pussy and they PMSing

People in the city see the movement occurring

And say, “My God, I wanna be in that scene”

Damn right, you wanna be in this scene

She at the video tryna be in this scene

Used to fantasize ’bout bein’ this seen (Seen)

Bluegrass girl, but she got big dreams

Can’t touch me, I got instincts

Locked in the house, but I’m plottin’ things

I brought a gang to the party with me

Five white boys, but they not NSYNC (Yeah, woo)

[Verse]

Fuck what y’all think

Fuck everything that you say about me

My dawgs like to play Madden and 2K

But one thing they don’t do is play about me

My homeboy Tyler, he play in South Beach

He told me this summer he gon’ fix my jumper

I told Boi-1da that we might got a thumper

I been tryna pop, now I’m on like Shumpert (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Now they on my bumper

Green room chock-full of all my comforts

Hotel room like heaven on earth

Got angels in my bed with some all-white covers

Ace Pro, Nemo, Lucci and Quiiso, Shloob, Clay, 2for

And I got a few more I call my brothers

I got a lot of flows and they all like butter, ooh (Ah)

You know what that means

I came home nice, but I’m goin’ back mean

I’m ’bout to globe-trot when they know a vaccine

Mothafuckers act lost, but they know exactly what’s goin’ on

Made a mil’ and I don’t know what to blow it on

I tell the critics, “Shut up,” like my show is on

Gave a T-shirt to her, said, “Throw it on”

She one of many high school classmates I’m growin’ on (Growin’ on, growin’ on)

My peers ain’t poppin’, they don’t know what’s goin’ wrong

Y’all well dressed, but you ain’t got soul and you just can’t sew it on

I’m tryna tell y’all boys, I got a few songs I could sell y’all boys

I tried it back then, it was, “Hell nah, boy” (Nah)

Now I’m in a box like a Kellogg’s toy (Like a, like a, ooh)

The ones that hate me the most look just like me (Like me)

You tell me what that means

Make a slick comment and see what that brings

I seen it go down, we can reenact things (Let’s do it)

Extreme like BMXing

These boys pussy and they PMSing (Woo)

People in the city see the movement occurring

And say, “My God, I wanna be in that scene” (That’s right)

Damn right, you wanna be in this scene

She at the video tryna be in this scene (Scene)

Used to fantasize ’bout bein’ this seen

Bluegrass girl, but she got big dreams

Can’t touch me, I got instincts

Locked in the house, but I’m plottin’ things

I brought a gang to the party with me

Five white boys, but they not NSYNC (No, they not NSYNC, no, they not NSYNC)

Word to JT, no, they not NSYNC

Word to JT, no, they not NSYNC

No, they not NSYNC, no-no

No, they not NSYNC, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh