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 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)