"Badder Than Yours" lyrics
YoungBoy Never Broke Again Lyrics
(Yo, Cam, load that beat up real quick)
Ayy, ayy, block your auto
Huh? (BJ, this a hit)
My bitch bad than yours, my bitch bad than yours
My bitch badder than yours, my bitch badder than yours
My bitch bad than yours, my bitch badder than yours
My bitch badder than yours, my bitch badder than yours
I got her slidin' in a foreign, yeah
Rockin' all these diamonds, plenty watches on her arm, yeah
And she hold my choppers, I get locked up, she make bond, yeah
Bitch, it ain't no problem, that's my motherfuckin'—
Bitch, that's my wife, bitch, that's my partner, yeah
I do own that shit, baby, ho, I'm Lil Top, yeah (Yeah)
Buddha Baby, Buddha Baby (Uh), huh, on that Wock' (Baow)
I can't forget molly, I'm sorry, baby, I do ice
I think I'm the son of Santa, all this motherfuckin' ice on me
I throw— on me (Wow)
I got Roxy on me (Yeah)
I got that weapon (Ho, ho, hey)
Huh, bitch, I got that strap on me (Baow, baow)
Got that pack on me (Top)
Um, bitch, bitch, get back on me (Kentrell)
Bitch, run up on me, Montana make your ass back up off me (Pussy, huh)
Man, I swear to God, man, we— man, that—
Man, the reference so pressure
I'm sayin' words, but I really ain't sayin' words
I'm talkin' 'bout, ayy, what's the motherfuckin' word?
Nigga, we'll leave you on the curb, boy
Swing the thirty, mm-mm, do shit dirty, bitch, bitch
Interstate, we swervin' shit, gon' make that dirty thirty hit
Fuck your Glock, you ain't no murderer, nigga, you don't know 'bout this
Around my trigger, I put tape, and I put tape around my kicks
You ain't got no booty, ugly trick, tennis ball, I'll kick ya, bitch
Old broke-ass ho, I'll buy you shoes, Buddha Baby, I'm on that shit
I got my XD, hold on, triple three, Kell got a stick
Nigga, you don't see my bitch face and her ass? Yeah
My bitch bad than yours, my bitch bad than yours (Wow)
My bitch badder than yours (Yeah), my bitch badder than yours (Top)
My bitch bad than yours (Let's do it), my bitch badder than yours (Come on)
My bitch badder than yours, my bitch badder than yours (Hit it, hit it, Kentrell)
I got her slidin' in a foreign, yeah ('Veeta)
Rockin' all these diamonds (Yeah), plenty watches on her arm, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
And she hold my choppers (Yeah, wow), I get locked up, she make bond, yeah
Bitch, it ain't no problem (Wow), that's my motherfuckin'—
Bitch, that's my wife, bitch, that's my partner, yeah
Huh, bitch, what it is?
This Petey, lil' nigga, boy
What the fuck you on? Klemenza daddy, ayy
I'm talkin' 'bout
You know how I get down, nigga, this Jazlyn husband
I been thuggin', I get it on, man
You can't find nothin' better, this that Slime Cry
We gon' talk too much, we gon' get off into some gangster shit, yeah
I'm on that shit, so if you don't understand my words, just play it back
Just play it back, nigga, yeah, nigga, yeah (Nigga, yeah)
Ayy, ayy, block your auto
Huh? (BJ, this a hit)
My bitch bad than yours, my bitch bad than yours
My bitch badder than yours, my bitch badder than yours
My bitch bad than yours, my bitch badder than yours
My bitch badder than yours, my bitch badder than yours
I got her slidin' in a foreign, yeah
Rockin' all these diamonds, plenty watches on her arm, yeah
And she hold my choppers, I get locked up, she make bond, yeah
Bitch, it ain't no problem, that's my motherfuckin'—
Bitch, that's my wife, bitch, that's my partner, yeah
I do own that shit, baby, ho, I'm Lil Top, yeah (Yeah)
Buddha Baby, Buddha Baby (Uh), huh, on that Wock' (Baow)
I can't forget molly, I'm sorry, baby, I do ice
I think I'm the son of Santa, all this motherfuckin' ice on me
I throw— on me (Wow)
I got Roxy on me (Yeah)
I got that weapon (Ho, ho, hey)
Huh, bitch, I got that strap on me (Baow, baow)
Got that pack on me (Top)
Um, bitch, bitch, get back on me (Kentrell)
Bitch, run up on me, Montana make your ass back up off me (Pussy, huh)
Man, I swear to God, man, we— man, that—
Man, the reference so pressure
I'm sayin' words, but I really ain't sayin' words
I'm talkin' 'bout, ayy, what's the motherfuckin' word?
Nigga, we'll leave you on the curb, boy
Swing the thirty, mm-mm, do shit dirty, bitch, bitch
Interstate, we swervin' shit, gon' make that dirty thirty hit
Fuck your Glock, you ain't no murderer, nigga, you don't know 'bout this
Around my trigger, I put tape, and I put tape around my kicks
You ain't got no booty, ugly trick, tennis ball, I'll kick ya, bitch
Old broke-ass ho, I'll buy you shoes, Buddha Baby, I'm on that shit
I got my XD, hold on, triple three, Kell got a stick
Nigga, you don't see my bitch face and her ass? Yeah
My bitch bad than yours, my bitch bad than yours (Wow)
My bitch badder than yours (Yeah), my bitch badder than yours (Top)
My bitch bad than yours (Let's do it), my bitch badder than yours (Come on)
My bitch badder than yours, my bitch badder than yours (Hit it, hit it, Kentrell)
I got her slidin' in a foreign, yeah ('Veeta)
Rockin' all these diamonds (Yeah), plenty watches on her arm, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
And she hold my choppers (Yeah, wow), I get locked up, she make bond, yeah
Bitch, it ain't no problem (Wow), that's my motherfuckin'—
Bitch, that's my wife, bitch, that's my partner, yeah
Huh, bitch, what it is?
This Petey, lil' nigga, boy
What the fuck you on? Klemenza daddy, ayy
I'm talkin' 'bout
You know how I get down, nigga, this Jazlyn husband
I been thuggin', I get it on, man
You can't find nothin' better, this that Slime Cry
We gon' talk too much, we gon' get off into some gangster shit, yeah
I'm on that shit, so if you don't understand my words, just play it back
Just play it back, nigga, yeah, nigga, yeah (Nigga, yeah)
