Badder Than Yours Lyrics – YoungBoy Never Broke Again

Read the full Badder Than Yours lyrics by YoungBoy Never Broke Again from the album Slime Cry along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Youngboy Never Broke Again’s music, you can also explore Perfecto and Good Dope, two other songs by Youngboy Never Broke Again.

[Intro]
(Yo Cam, load that beat up real quick)
Ayy, ayy, block your auto
Huh? (BJ, this a hit)

[Pre-Chorus]
My b!tch bad’ than yours, my b!tch bad’ than yours
My b!tch badder than yours, my b!tch badder than yours
My b!tch bad’ than yours, my b!tch badder than yours
My b!tch badder than yours, my b!tch badder than yours

[Chorus]

I got her sliding in a foreign, yeah
Rocking all these diamonds, pendant watches on her arm, yeah
And she hold my choppers, I get locked up, she make bond, yeah
B!tch, it ain’t no problem, that’s my motherfu*king—
B!tch, that’s my wife, b!tch, that’s my partner, yeah

[Verse]
How ya own that s*it, baby? Ho, I’m Lil Top, n!gga, 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 motherfu*king ice on me
I throw— On me
I got roxie on me, yeah
I got that weapon (Ho, ho, hey), huh, b!tch, I got that strap on me (Baow, baow)
Out that pack (Top)
Umm, b!tch, b!tch, get back (Kentrell), on me
B!tch run up on me, Montana make your ass back up of off me

[Bridge]
Man, I swear to God, man, we— Man, that—
Man, the reference so pressure, I’m saying words, but I really ain’t saying words
I’m talking ’bout, ayy, what’s the motherfu*king word?
N!gga, we’ll leave, you on the curb, boy

[Verse]

Swerve today, mm-mm
Do s*it dirty, b!tch, b!tch
Interstate, we swerving s*it, gonna make that dirty thirty hit
Fu*k your Glock, you ain’t no murderer, a n!gga young 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, b!tch
Ol’ broke ass ho, I’ll buy your shoes, Buddha baby, I’m on that s*it
I got my XV, hold on, triple three, Kell got a stick
N!gga, you don’t see my b!tch face and her ass? Yeah

[Pre-Chorus]
My b!tch bad’ than yours, my b!tch bad’ than yours (Wow)
My b!tch badder than yours, yeah, my b!tch badder than yours (Top)
My b!tch bad’ than yours (Let’s do it), my b!tch badder than yours (Come on)
My b!tch badder than yours, my b!tch badder than yours (Hit it, hit it, Kentrell)

[Chorus]
I got her sliding in a foreign, yeah (‘Veeta)
Rocking all these diamonds, yeah, pendant watches on her arm, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
And she hold my choppers (Yeah, wow), I get locked up, she make bond, yeah
B!tch, it ain’t no problem, that’s my motherfu*king— (Wow)
B!tch, that’s my wife, b!tch, that’s my partner, yeah

[Outro]
Huh, b!tch, what it is?
This Peter, lil’ n!gga, boy
What the fu*k you on? Klemenza daddy
Ayy, I’m talking ’bout— You know how I get down, n!gga, this Jazlyn husband
I been thugging, I get it on, man
You can’t find nothing better, this that Slime Cry
We gon’ talk too much, we gon’ get off into some gangsta s*it, yeah
I’m on that s*it, so if you don’t understand my words, just play it back
Just play it back, n!gga, yeah, n!gga, yeah (N!gga, yeah)