[Chorus]
Hands up (Hands up)
Put the money and the bands up
Looks just like the shit I ain't a fan of
If you talkin' shit, I'll let my fan up
Hands up
Put the money and the bands up
Looks just like the shit I ain't a fan of
If you talkin' shit, I'll let my fan up

[Verse 1]
First year, it's a hobby, second, it's full speed
Third year, fucked everybody who know me
Fourths for the money, five-thousand for a feature
Six years later, I'm the blood for you leeches
Might seem hateful, but trust me, I never hated (I swear)
I swear, it fell into my hands and suffocated
Your mom is tearin' up, man, that bitch is devastated
Oh, that's what happens when you fuckin' with thе poison

[Bridge]
​poison
Fuckin' with the poison
​poison

[Verse 2]
I ain't the man, [?] in my pants
I got the monеy, I ran, and a box full of bands
Broke boy, you a fan
Robbin' yo man, [?] you behind like [?]
We a squad, we a clan
Fuck a hoe, fuck a band, we get [?]
[Chorus]
Hands up (Hands up)
Put the money and the bands up
Looks just like the shit I ain't a fan of
If you talkin' shit, I'll let my fan up
Hands up
Put the money and the bands up
Looks just like the shit I ain't a fan of
If you talkin' shit, I'll let my fan up