[Hook: CZN]
Yeah I got blood on my hands
Stopping it now, ain’t part of the plan
And we got lots to defend
Ain’t about how but when we gon’ land

If we don’t fuck with your mans
You can say bye to the hand
Yeah I got blood on my hands
Yeah I got blood on my hands

[Verse 1: Finn]
Into the verse like I’m Spiderman
Lyrical genius look how I land
Wearing my luck like a talisman
Money make sense, now I’m making bands
Back it up, fuck it up, pass it up
To my homies, bank it later
Shoot the shot, I make the shot
On the paint, clutch off on the buzzer beater

[Verse 2: TY Bling]
Picture my face on the lens
Red carpet like there’s blood on the floor
Walk out the door and I’m stuntin’ in fours
And my dogs watching
Don shit, got the game plottin’
Obsessed with a culture that isn’t my own
Columbus this bitch cause I’m still in (stealin’) the zone
Hitting a lick while y’all smoking a cone
Getting that head while I’m using my dome