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Hand On
2,404
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
Benty Baidoe-Ansah
Benty Baidoe-Ansah
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Niall McKeown
Niall McKeown
Songwriter
Benty Baidoe-Ansah
Benty Baidoe-Ansah
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Juveniall
Juveniall
Recording Engineer
Benty Baidoe-Ansah
Benty Baidoe-Ansah
Recording Engineer
Vogelherz
Vogelherz
Producer

Lyrics

Ain’t nun in common (huh) ain’t nun in common as long as you 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 product I mix up my money and xans I got no memory of the sun I guess I 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 your all colored in red
The color my fit same color my Tim’s 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 5th she see I got fan 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 on the come up I guess you weren’t really my friend i guess you weren’t true to your color and now your all covered in red
Written by: Benty Baidoe-Ansah, Niall McKeown
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