banded up (x’s verse only)

Superman! (Snippet)

Rush or Drag?

blud bath

blud bath (Prod. woodpecker)

STAYW/ME! ✦ (PROD. WONDERLUST)

Sh!T AinT SwEeT. (Prod. JXLYN)

Trippie Redd - You

CORPS DU CHRIST

Kill Me - acelder & skrowwnn (prod. Triheart)

Uh…
Black bag season…
Don’t run…
Yeah.

You in the black bag, zip, no chance,
Dragged through the dark, no second glance.
You in the black bag, can’t escape that,
Once you inside, never make it back.

You in the black bag, night goes cold,
Clock hit twelve, that story untold.
You in the black bag, lost in the dance,
Pray for a way but you got no chance.

Clock strike twelve, hallway froze,
Hands too rough, mask don’t show.
Steps move quick, no time to pack,
Eyes go blind when the sack go black.

Silence thick, heartbeat loud,
Footsteps echo, none in the crowd.
Concrete smell, floor too damp,
This ain’t home, this a cold-lit camp.

Tape run slow, voices hush,
“Talk right now or your lungs get crushed.”
Every breath drag, rope go tight,
One wrong word, you lose that fight.

You in the black bag, zip, no chance,
Dragged through the dark, no second glance.
You in the black bag, can’t escape that,
Once you inside, never make it back.

You in the black bag, night goes cold,
Clock hit twelve, that story untold.
You in the black bag, lost in the dance,
Pray for a way but you got no chance.

No windows here, no door, no flag,
Just heavy breath and the weight of the bag.
No mercy there, no light, no track,
No names spoken, no soul come back.

Shadows creep when the streetlights fade,
Sirens hum but the plan been laid.
Metallic taste, blood on tongue,
Time feel stretched when the night’s this young.

Every step deeper, fate been signed,
Once you inside, leave hope behind.
Black bag tight, silence speak,
This drill code written for the weak.

Hands up high, but it don’t mean save,
Dark so thick like a midnight grave.
Move too quick, get erased off map,
Once bag close, ain’t no gap.

You in the black bag, zip, no chance,
Dragged through the dark, no second glance.
You in the black bag, can’t escape that,
Once you inside, never make it back.

You in the black bag, night goes cold,
Clock hit twelve, that story untold.
You in the black bag, lost in the dance,
Pray for a way but you got no chance.

Black bag…
No return…
No escape…
Learn.

You in the black bag (Drill NY Rap Reload)

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