I Got A Shot Lyrics – Jack Harlow

[Intro: Jack Harlow]
I got a shot, it's not a pistol
Number one spot, I'm too official
Name ringing bells like school dismissal
She think I'm cold, I seen her nipples (Seen 'em)
I got a shot, it's off the dribble
She brought a friend, I'm in the middle
This one right here ain't sentimental
But I know you remember, I know you remember

[Chorus: Jack Harlow]
'Cause now I'm somebody you used to know
Hang at the places I used to go
Driving G-Wagen with Louis V bags
Mm, you must be used to those
I got a shot, it's not a pistol
Number one spot, I'm too official
Name ringing bells like school dismissal
But I know you remеmber, I know you remembеr

[Verse 1: Jack Harlow]
I'm from the city
Where they might put one in your temple
It's really that simple
Twenty-four karat the gold on the dental
That's just how they get down
It's just what they into
I'm eating wagyu with wooden utensils
I made a living off these instrumentals
She know me well and she know I ain't gentle
Show me that smile, I like them lil' dimples
Yeah (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Tell you what I can do, yeah
I ain't just tryna befriend you, no, no
I get in your mental, yeah
Touch you with spiritual Hindu, yeah
(I'm touching you)
And I know you wanna be with me
Baby, I miss you, yeah
And you know I wanna be with you
Baby, I miss you, yeah

[Chorus: Jack Harlow]
'Cause now I'm somebody you used to know
Hang at the places I used to go
Driving G-Wagen with Louis V bags
Mm, you must be used to those
I got a shot, it's not a pistol
Number one spot, I'm too official
Name ringing bells like school dismissal
But I know you remember, I know you remember

[Verse 2: Jack Harlow]
I know you see me 'cause everyone does
I kept it light on my last sh!t
Kay, let's see what a heavy one does
Know they don't love me unless we in touch
That coulda been us
I was gone take you up outta that lil' bitty town
But you just wasn't ready enough
And I'm getting fetti on fetti
On fetti on fetti on fetti on fetti, what's up?
She got a mani' and pedi'
But still being petty, like
How did I f**k this one up?
Came a long way from Confetti, my pen a machete
The book bag is Louis, it used to be Eddie
I whip it, Andretti, I'm G-ing like Seddy
I look in they eyes and I know they ain't ready

[Chorus: Jack Harlow]
'Cause now I'm somebody you used to know
Hang at the places I used to go
Driving G-Wagen with Louis V bags
Mm, you must be used to those
I got a shot, it's not a pistol
Number one spot, I'm too official
Name ringing bells like school dismissal
But I know you remember, I know you remember