[Intro]

This isn't a revenge story, it's not even about justice

It's about fixing a mistake, one that's very hard to ignore

Something went wrong, something or someone felt challenged

Now to make things right, that person must be eliminated

Not out of anger, not out of guilt, but out of respect

We offer a service, clean, precise, permanent

Because sometimes the only way to fix the problem is to gеt rid of the problem

You may think this is a decision, but it was madе long before you arrived

[Verse 1]

Well, okay, dear Hitman, how much for a hit?

It's a nigga I want gone, hawk-tuh, he make me sick

Motherfucker think he tough 'cause he been getting sick

I hope he got a O-line 'cause I'm finna send a blitz

I really hate his soul, I hate the nigga the most

If I could, I'd look him straight in his eyes and slit his throat

I'm tired of this nigga, it's time for him to go

Well, before I press go, it's some things I need to know

Well, what?

How he look in the car he drive in and such

Man, that nigga ugly as fuck, but I think he drive a truck

It's black, but he getting money, so he probably done switched it up

Goddamn, all these questions, is you done, what the fuck?

Boy, calm your tone when you talking to me

'Cause proper planning prevents trail from police

Man, just get the job done and I'ma say the least

Tell me what's the tab, I'll pay it this week

[Chorus]

I don't like you

And you don't like me

The last man standing

Is how it's gon' be

'Cause I don't like you (Like you)

And you don't like me (Like me)

The last man standing (Last man standing)

Is how it's gotta be (Is how it's gotta be)

[Verse 2]

It's been a whole week, Hit ain't answer his phone

I hope he sitting outside that motherfucker's home

Probably wanna know why I hate his fucking soul

You probably think he fucked my bitch, well, hell no

Come on, bro, it's deeper than it seems

I've been beefing with this nigga since I was a teen

I should've killed him back then when he took my jeans

And now I hate how he think he got one up on me

Bitch, please, ol' stuttering-ass nigga

U-u-u-u-u-ugly-motherfucking-ass nigga

A-a-a-a-at you, I fucking laugh, nigga

Over a bitch, going out sad, nigga

Crash out king, he's a liability

Get him out the way with all my ability, skillfully

It should be a easy hit

He walk with a limp 'cause he got shot in the dick, really, though

You need to pick up your phone

Or hurry up and put this motherfucker where he belong

I'ma call you in a week and see what you on

Hitman, this motherfucker better be gone

[Chorus]

I don't like you

And you don't like me

The last man standing

Is how it's gon' be

'Cause I don't like you (Like you)

And you don't like me (Like me)

The last man standing (Last man standing)

Is how it's gotta be (Is how it's gotta be)

[Verse 3]

Dear Mr. Hitman, I gave you your orders

Hurry up and get this nigga gone, away from my daughters

All this talking on the phone, hope they don't record us

For every day he live longer, that's a thousand shorter

So I hang up, he call back sounding mad

He like, "How you gon' try to renegotiate the bag? Fuck is that?"

Well, this shit taking too long

What type of hitman is you? You niggas faker than funk

I gave you the addy, I gave you where he at, where he hide

I told you he ugly as fuck, the car is black that he drive

I told you he full of pride and probably ready to slide

And most likely got a strap on his left-hand side

What the fuck else do you need? I'm tired

You about a millimeter away from getting your ass fired

He's a threat to the family, I need him unalive

Then he replied, "Chill, he just hard to find"

I'm starting to think that Hitman is green

'Cause I gave him every drop, so how the fuck he ain't seen?

I'm pretty sure he wearing the color red and some jeans

With a fresh cut under, cherry red Philly, P

Matter of fact, fuck that, hitman, we gotta meet

He sent the addy so close, I'm walking on my feet

Literally, he directly across the street

Kinda glad I only paid him half the cash last week

So I walk up from behind, yeah, he ain't notice the G

Tapped him on his shoulder like, fuck, I ain't even think

He turned around and cherry red Philly is what he see

Yeah, Hitman, you was supposed to kill me (Supposed to kill the old me)