Jack Harlow - Tyler Herro Lyrics
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    Tyler Herro

    [Intro]
    Yeah

    [Chorus]
    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, 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)

    [Chorus]
    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)

    [Outro]
    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

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