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Hand On
2,571
Hip-Hop/Rap
Hand On was released on May 1, 2026 by Black Genie as a part of the album Niallism
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Release DateMay 1, 2026
LabelBlack Genie
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM119

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Juveniall
Juveniall
Vocals, Background Vocals
Benty Baidoe-Ansah
Benty Baidoe-Ansah
Background Vocals, Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Niall McKeown
Niall McKeown
Songwriter
Benty Baidoe-Ansah
Benty Baidoe-Ansah
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Juveniall
Juveniall
Recording Engineer, Assistant Engineer, Mixing Engineer, Mastering Engineer
Benty Baidoe-Ansah
Benty Baidoe-Ansah
Recording Engineer, Assistant Engineer, Mixing Engineer
Vogelherz
Vogelherz
Producer

Lyrics

(Huh, uh)
Ain't nun in common
Ain't nun in common as long as we both like to trip
My hand on my stomach, she got her hand on her hip
Pop these pills, my hand on my stomach, she got her hand on her hip
My hand on my eye, my head on my head (Huh)
I turn up my brother, I turn up my bitch
Fuck these rules, I keep it 100, I keep it 110
I pop these pills, I don't want no problem
I mix up my money and Xans
I got no memory of the sun
I guess it don't make any sense
You got no memory of us, so don't come back
I guess you weren't really my friend
I guess you weren't true to your colors, and now you're all colored in red
The color my fit, same color my Timbs
I call her my shit 'cause she got a man
I'm done with my 6, she's poppin' a Xan
I'm pouring a fifth, she see I got fans
Now she says I'm the shit
Got chains on my belt and my wrist
White gold on my gums, one hand on my 6 (Slatt)
Blooda, I got him like this
(Huh) Ain't nun in common as long as we both like to trip
My hand on my stomach, she got her hand on her hip
Pop these pills, my hand on my stomach
She got her hand on her hip
Pop these pills, my hand on my stomach
She got her hand on her hip (Huh)
Ain't nothing in common as long as we both like to trip
My hand on my stomach, she got her hand on her hip
Pop these pills, my hand on my stomach
She got her hand on her hip
My hand on my eye, my hand on my head
I turn up my brother, I turn up my bitch
Fuck these rules, I keep it 100, I keep it 110
I pop these pills, I don't want no problem
I mixed up my money and Xans
I have no memory of the sun
I guess it don't make any sense
You got no memory of us, so don't come back
I guess you weren't really my friend
I guess you weren't true to your colors, and now you're all covered in red
Written by: Benty Baidoe-Ansah, Niall McKeown
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