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Dxg, bitch

(Lock em in the backseat, me I got the steering wheel)

(Lock em in the backseat, me I got the steering wheel)

(Lock em in the backseat, me I got the steering wheel)

(Lock em in the backseat, me I got the steering wheel)

P-P-P-pull up with the .9, ho

I-I-I'm snappin' necks and breakin' mothafuckas spines, ho

Weeks turn into months and my trunk still smellin' like body rot

Street sweepin all these suckas up like it's Mardi Gras

Bitch

That label tryna sign me for 50K

These mothafuckas don't know that I make that shit in a day

R-R-Rip up the page

Spray em with the gauge

T-T-Tryna sign my soul till I put 'em in a grave

Hate to see me up

Now you bitin at my shit

I'm pullin better numbers

While you actin like you rich

I know you be stalkin' on my page wishin' you was me

45 hating on a kid, wearing fake Gucci

So yeah

A lot of these super technical Instagram videos are actually fake

We know he's faking and editing his guitar playing

Then rapping over shitty beats, this hoodtrap bullshit

Dxg sucks

I'm snappin' necks and breakin' mothafuckas spines, ho

I'm snappin' necks and breakin' motha-

W-w-w-DXG

I'm snappin' necks and breakin' motha-m-m-spines, ho

W-weeks n my trunk still smellin' like body rot

I'm snappin' necks and breakin' mothafuckas spines, ho

I'm snappin' necks and breakin' motha-

W-w-w-DX-D-D

I'm snappin' necks and breakin' mothafuckas' spines, ho

W-weeks n my trunk still smellin' like bod-

DXG, bitch

DXG, bitch

DXG, bitch