Lyrics

[Intro – Spoken over low guitar riff]
Yeah… DV8
I tried to be nice…
Fuck that.
Turn the beat up.
[Chorus – Big, anthemic, half-sung/half-rapped]
Fuck these people, fuck these lies,
Fuck the fake smiles and the jealous eyes.
I’m ridin’ dirty, windows down, middle finger high,
I still don’t give a fuck and I ain’t changin’ my mind.
Fuck these people, let ‘em talk, let ‘em hate,
I’m pourin’ up another one, celebratin’ my way.
Country trap outlaw, mud on the plates,
If you ain’t ridin’ with me — fuck these people, straight.
[Verse 1]
They smile in your face then stab you in the back,
Postin’ prayers on Sunday, sinnin’ all week, that’s a fact.
Neighbors talkin’ shit ‘bout the truck I drive,
While they sittin’ on the porch judgin’ my whole damn life.
Boss man lyin’, government stealin’,
Social media fake, everybody’s grinnin’ and schemin’.
I load the cooler, grab the rifle, hit the backroads,
Middle of nowhere where the real ones reload.
They want me quiet, want me polite, want me tame,
But I was born with fire runnin’ through my veins.
So fuck these people, I ain’t askin’ for permission,
I do what I want — that’s my American tradition.
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Fuck the influencers flexin’ filters and lights,
Fuck the politicians stealin’ from us every night.
Fuck the ex who left when shit got real,
Fuck the friends who switched up, that pain still heals.
I’m in the woods with a bonfire blazin’,
808s knockin’, southern rock guitars ragin’.
Got my dogs ridin’, real ones only in the circle,
Rest of y’all can kick rocks — I can see you all stagin.
Whiskey in my cup, smoke in the air,
Don’t need your approval, don’t need you there.
This country trap shit runnin’ through my blood,
Outlaw in my soul, raised up in the mud.
[Bridge – Half-time, raw & aggressive]
Yeah I said it… Fuck these people.
All the two-faced, back-stabbin’, soul-suckin’ equals.
I’m done playin’ nice, done bitin’ my tongue,
From here on out — it’s fuck everyone.
[Final Chorus – Bigger, layered ad-libs]
Fuck these people, fuck these lies,
Middle finger sky-high till the day I die.
I still don’t give a fuck and I ain’t changin’ my mind,
DV8 in my veins — one of a kind.
Fuck these people… (yeah)
Fuck these people… (straight up)
[Outro – Spoken over fading beat]
If you feel this… drop a DV8in the comments
If you don’t… well…
Fuck you too.
DV8 4 Life.