[Intro]

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)

[Verse 1: Davin Glover]

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, bi-bi-bitch

[Verse 2: Davin Glover]

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

[Interlude]

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

[Chorus: Davin Glover]

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-

[Outro]

DXG, bitch (Bitch, bitch, bitch)

DXG, bitch (Bitch, bitch, bitch)

DXG, bitch (Bitch, bitch, bitch)