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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