Jack Harlow - Pickyourphoneup (feat. K. Camp) Info

Jack grinned, his ego tucking itself away for the night. “Nah,” he whispered. “I’m right on time.”

Suddenly, the screen came to life. No text—just a FaceTime request. Jack didn’t hesitate. He slid the green bar, the background noise of the club fading as her face filled the frame, messy hair and tired eyes, looking like the only real thing in a room full of smoke. Jack Harlow - PICKYOURPHONEUP (feat. K. Camp)

He’d sent the text twenty minutes ago. “You up?” Simple. Classic. Cruel. Jack grinned, his ego tucking itself away for the night