Released on June 8, 2025

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[Verse 1: Ameer Vann]

You could either die in a box or a box Chevy

My Glock hold a bulk of my sins, it weighs heavy

The fiends want a fourty ball and I'mma give it to em

My daddy used to sell it all, that's where I get it from

Bill collectors, jail calls and he ain't coming home

I was moving pounds when minutes was still on cellphones

I just tell the hoes what I want, that's why my bread long

Niggas wanna flex and I shot em, that's why his head gone

They hit him with them hollow points, 'cause he ain't get the point

If niggas wanna kill you they do it and they ain't gon' tell you nothing

So I don't listen to you, we can get into it

And if you got something I want, nigga give it to me

*Sniffing*

I smell the bitching niggas

I just took a breath on this track and now it's hitting different

Sleeping with the roaches and rats, but now I'm living different

Swore to God to never go back, that's why I tweak on n

Rap like it's my last day, I'm in a bad way

I done made a habit of killing, I swear I can't change


[Chorus: Diego (lif3files)]

Pull up with two bitches and they both eaters

I done pulled up with two cups and a two liter

Bitch I'm ridin' around town with a pocket heater

I done break that bitch's back, she told me go deeper

I done robbed two goofies now they calling me the reaper

I was known for making plays, call me the street sweeper

You was taking fake percs now you got a seizure

I got highs, I got lows, you want something cheaper


[Verse 2: Love Spells]

I say, bad bitch from the south with free form dreads

Contain myself when she call me, she wanna hit the bed

I told her "Bitch we ain't fucking, but can I get some head?"

And she like "Nigga you tripping" and left me on read

And shit, I would apologize, but I don't got regrets

At least I can sympathize, I'm fucked by the feds

Shorty why is you tripping? I'm gon' be famous though

My head shot gon' be lethal, bet I won't miss hoes

30 on me and nigga that shit ain't from advances

A nigga cross me by once and that's too many chances

Call me Michael, I'm killing nigga with deep voices

It's either dead or fuck with me and you ain't got no choices


[Chorus: Diego]

Bitch I'm ridin' around town with a pocket heater

I done break that bitch's back, she told me go deeper

I done robbed two goofies now they calling me the reaper

I was known for making plays, call me the street sweeper

You was taking fake percs now you got a seizure

I got highs, I got lows, you want something cheaper