LYNCH

Put your hands up, put your hands up

Put your hands up, put your hands up

Put your hands up, put your, put your hands up

Put your hands up

Put your, put your, put your, put your, put your

Put your hands up, if you know you the baddest bitch

Put your hands up, if you ain't with the politics

She want something sweet, so I strawberry the tint

She don't need a man, she the man, Becky Lynch

They wanna hate on skill, saying it's luck, a glitch

Talking all of that shit, catch em during, his shift