Lyrics
Sup-p-z-z-z, (huh) a lot of you j-u-d-g-y mother-lovers out there.
Ah yeah, you need to control yourself (ha-a-a-a)
T-1-C-3 who said you can judge me, is it because I'm in ARMY
In my guns are in HD, look at me now.
It's da reason that you can see how, how I rebound?
In crash landed, tracking on d-is style.
Watch me eight mile, eyes closing folding on me, wow.
It's been an icy journey, I'm working, I'm a mean plow.
Coogi down, please hate me now.
I know that you been watching clown.
Looking for some action, but that a-in-t just how I get down.
Leave now, I looking to forward try in ping pal.
Wipe me down, a-in-t no way I'm halting, or try-n-a stop me foul.
On reverb, hooking up to a bigger crowd.
I'm out wild, looking for di-z music to call me step child.
Hold up, there's no reason you should hate on me.
Multiply da dozens, at least they do it gracefully.
Chasing me down highways, in stations like they pacing me.
I call y-a bluff, press select in taunt, like I never flee.
Basically, waiting for you to take a awkward shot at me.
At least I know it's over, O it's not you got-ta be kidding G.
I should record my life, so I can become history.
I saw that add yesterday, how you already missing D-e-z?
Nuts in y-a mouth, down South, where you w-a-n-a be.
Say what cha want, I know analyzing T.
Plus the one, times da C, divided by da epic three.
Man I got-ta love being me.
Ha-ha, k-a-chin-g
I don't know what half y-all yapping bout (Stop gossiping)
Please keep T-1-C-3 in y-o mouth (D-at buzzing)
Making d-e-z assessments is da prob. (D-at judgment)
Worst den chicken heads up at da fob (Jig-gas steady hate-n