Badder Than Yours 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 choppas, 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

How ya own that shit, baby? Ho, I'm Lil Top, nigga (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
I got roxie on me (Yeah)
I got that weapon (Ho, ho, hey), huh, bitch, I got that strap on me (Baow, baow)
Out that pack (Top)
Umm, bitch, bitch, get back (Kentrell), on me
Bitch run up on me, Montana make your ass back up of off me

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

Swang the .30, mm-mm
Do shit dirty, bitch, bitch
Interstate, we swervin' shit, gonna make that dirty thirty hit
Fuck your Glock, you ain't no murderer, a nigga you’on 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
Ol' broke ass ho, I'll buy your 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, that's my motherfuckin'— (Wow)
Bitch, that's my wife, bitch, that's my partner, yeah

Huh, bitch, what it is?
This Peter, 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 gangsta 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)