[Part I: FINAL KILL]

[Intro]
MOONLXGHT
Aye
Woah, woah
Trxple7
You on my hit list
Team Deathmatch
Aye
Huh, uh-huh, oh
1CEY

[Chorus]
You on my hit list and you my final kill
I don't care what you said, we gon' spin the block like vinyl, still
Pop out with the semi and I hit a final kill
Silencer on the Glock, bitch I got some silent steel
I just copped some brand new diamonds and they all for real
Imma hit you with the blick, and you ain't gon' heal
Made these racks by myself, I don't needa steal
Got a brand new Bentley, it got Forgi on the wheels

[Verse]
Bitch, you better pray we don't pull up to your block
Cause we got choppas, they go "gra-ta-ta"
Aye, turnin' up, bitch we go dumb
Me and my brothas, we keep choppas with the drums
Aye, still got Sprite all in my cup
And we still goin' up
Aye, we still never gave no fuck, nah
Stainless choppa, that's a steel drum
[Chorus]
You on my hit list and you my final kill
I don't care what you said, we gon' spin the block like vinyl, still
Pop out with the semi and I hit a final kill
Silencer on the Glock, bitch I got some silent steel
I just copped some brand new diamonds and they all for real
Imma hit you with the blick, and you ain't gon' heal
Made these racks by myself, I don't needa steal
Got a brand new Bentley, it got Forgi on the wheels

[Part II: STACKIN' UP]

[Verse]
Count up 20 bands, count up 50 bands
Shit that's all nun', I'm used to countin' that
Walk up into Saks, prices all nun'
Whole fit like 10 bands, I'm used to coppin' that
Bitch we keep a MAC, and we gon' spray that
'Til it's empty mag, and then we load it back
Boy you ain't got no racks, go out and get them racks
Spent 50, then made it back, and I made like double that
And you don't want no smoke, when we pull up with poles
We send you to the Lord, there ain't no comin' down
Racks on my fit, 'bout four, one rack on a Glock 24
And we keep hella guns, we aim 'em at your dome
Glock with a long barrel, we pull up to your home
And we got hella Ks, we gon' spray 'em all
300 for the coat, and you ain't pay this much
I keep the choppas up, and imma spray it off
[Part III: ALPHABET]

[Verse]
10 racks on one fit, I'm just different
He wanted beef, so we smoked him just like a cigarette
Huh, and the fame, bitch I'm close to that
Runnin' up on me, bitch you must not know your alphabet
They don't talk to my face, they just say it on the internet
Spendin' hella bands and you still in fuckin' debt
If he want the smoke, we gon' hit him in the head
Put him right to rest, bitch we put him right to bed
Bitch I'm gettin' paid so I don't worry about a thing
My choppa in a choir, the way this motherfucker sing
Fuck an emperor, cause I'm a motherfuckin' king
Spilt some Red Bull on the Robin's, bitch I got me some wings
Bitch I'm sippin' Sprite, but ain't no wocky in my drink
Off beat flow so I'm soundin' outta sync
Rockin' Off-White, shouts out to Virgil, rest in peace
Everywhere I go, bitch I'm clutchin' on my piece
Uh, this is corny as hell I'm sorry

[Part IV: ON ME PT 2]

[Verse]
MOONLXGHT
Uh, imma count it up, what
Wrist on froze like Canada, huh
Bag I ran it up, huh
Got like two accounts bro
And bitch I'm countin' up
Shoot him down, Glock 24
Aye, and you don't want no smoke, yeah
Countin' paper, and I ain't talkin' Oak
Countin' Ks, this shit never gets old
I'm just countin' stacks, I'm just countin' dough
Aye, aye, and I got some hunnids on me
I got a heater on me
And imma pull up with that bitch, so you better watch the way you speakin' to me
4 bands on this fit, but I don't got a liter on me
Lil bitch, I keep it with me
Count up 20 racks, and I'm only sharin' with me
You ain't get no handouts from me
So get the fuck outta here, leave
Swervin' a GLE
Walk 'em down, no NLE
Aye, aye, got all my money times three
[Outro]
Hahahahaha! Bye bye!
Trxple7