Don't Question my judgement 😤

[Intro – Both] (Yeehaw!) Southside slaps with that backroad bass Don’t question my judgement, boy You don’t even judge your own taste! (Haha! Talk to ‘em!) [Verse 1 – Guy A] Boy, your lady built like a funnel cake, Sweet but shaky one step and she break. You brag like she royalty, claim she your queen, But she textin’ Uber drivers just to feel seen. (Dang!) She said she love you? She cappin’, fam. She only like you ’cause you look like her Uncle Sam. You flex her picture, I zoom in like “Bro Is she smilin’ at you, or beggin’ to go?” Boy, I ain’t judgin’ do your thang, But she flirt with the waiter more than she say your name. You call that wifey? I call that risky. That girl break hearts like biscuits Butter-soft, flaky, and gone when crispy. (“Don’t question my judgement!”) [Hook – Both | Country-Funk] Don’t question my juuuudgement, ’Cause you can’t judge nothin’. Your lady on the ’Gram tryna crop you out She ain’t even your woman! (Woo!) Don’t question my juuuudgement, Boy, stop all that frontin’. If love is blind then y’all both lost, Walkin’ ’round bumpin’ somethin’. [Verse 2 – Guy B] Hold up, cowboy your girl ain’t goals. She got three burner accounts and two side roles. She say she cook? Man, stop that hype She made “homemade pasta” with store-bought rice. (Ayy!) Your lady hit my line for “friendly vibes,” I said “Who this?” She said “Guess.” I said “One of his ex-wives?” She dress like a mix of TikTok & thrift Fashion so confused it need a wellness script. You buy her roses, she want red flags And she collect ’em like tote bags. You brag on her shape like she pressure and curves Boy, that shape came from filters, not God nor Earth. Ayy listen I ain’t tryin’ to hate on your chosen one But she got more history than a stolen gun. You judge me? Nah save that breath. Your girl post quotes like “Love yourself” while textin’ your cousin Jeff. (Yikes!) [Hook – Both] Don’t question my juuuudgement, ’Cause you can’t judge nothin’. Your lady on the ’Gram tryna crop you out She ain’t even your woman! Don’t question my juuuudgement, Boy, stop all that frontin’. If love is blind then y’all both lost, Walkin’ ’round bumpin’ somethin’. [Bridge – Both] Guy A: Bro your girl said she “low-maintenance” but she high-maintenance about sayin’ she low-maintenance. Guy B: Your girl said she “natural” but her eyelashes touch her forehead like garage doors. Guy A: She ask for space? Guy B: More like a whole new state! Guy A: Don’t question my judgement! Guy B: Don’t question mine either! [Final Verse – Both trading bars] A: Your girl got options B: Your girl got problems. A: Your girl need therapy B: Your girl need goblins. A: You pick ’em like clearance racks B: You pick ’em like random apps. A: She only love you when rent due B: Yours only love you when lights blue. Both: We both down bad, we both know somethin’ But one thing’s sure, boy Don’t question my judgement! [Outro] Don’t question my judge-ment! (Yessir!) Don’t question my judge-ment! (Haha!) Two fools talkin’ ’bout fools we picked Love is wild and we both got tricked! Don’t question My judgement!