BAD BOYS 2 LYRICS – CHANCE THE RAPPER

Read the full Bad Boys 2 lyrics by Chance the Rapper along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Chance The Rapper’s music, you can also explore Quiet Storm and Tree, two other songs by Chance The Rapper.

[Intro: Joey Purp]
Yeah
Young, uh
Yeah

[Verse 1: Joey Purp]
I’ve been way too T’d to ever let one of these b!tch n!ggas play with me
Stay out the way with me, it get hot like a block on a day when it’s eighty degrees
Chop off the top on a Lamb’, it was me and Chance, was in Miami like the Heat
Chop off the top on a Lamb’, it was me and Chance, was in Miami like, bam
If you gon’ boss up, then you gotta learn how to take you some losses, bro
Fu*k what it cost, bro, I’ve been smoking exhaust and it got me exhausted, bro
My Rollie go forty below, money and loyalty, all that I know
Cartier my glasses, Cartier my hoe, we run the city like cardio
I open my eyes and still see smoke
I walked in the kitchen and it smelled like dope
Woke up with the stallion, she driving a boat
I’ve been fighting my demons, I’m whipping the Ghost
Prada my glasses, Prada my loafers
My brother tell me that “I’m proud of you folks”
Some n!ggas gon’ show love and some n!ggas gon’ hate for no reason, I’m already knowing
They tryna stop me, but it’s this bad ass b!tch and she telling me “Keep going”
They tryna lock me out, but somehow still it all worked out like Terrell Owens
They try to knock me down, somehow still get back up and I keep going
I keep proving, I keep showing, I keep developing, I keep growing

[Verse 2: Chance The Rapper]
All my hoodies at a bad b!tch condo
But I know this Nina got my back like I’m Rondo
Sitting on my lap, while I’m sliding through Chicago
Now we drive the boat, but when we came here, we was cargo
A wise man told me me “Follow anywhere the star go”
So I’m in that double R, it’s blacker than some charcoal
Open up the side doors and scan you like a barcode
Forties for the lil’ n!ggas, fifties for the 5-0
Vato, see ya, then birria, boy, you better duck your taco
N!ggas they be capping like they captain, I’m the capo

And I steer the ship, this s*it go anywhere that I go
And I got the city on my shoulder like Lago
We in Miami like Martin and Will
She tryna get her a part in the film
Love it in Florida, but want California
The red bottom blues, her heart in the hills
I’m at the dock with my arm on the wheel
This not a movie, I’m starring for real
This ain’t no job, I’m starving for real
I’m hungry for real, I’m barring for real
I’m warring for real, hands up, this a coup d’état
Tryna keep it P like a two-seat drop
But we gotta lock like a 2C knot
Know that you wanna Kool G rap
But right now you finna see Kool G rock
Hit the big guy with a lil’ slingshot
Green bean shot with a green beam dot