Chance the Rapper Bad Boys 2 Lyrics (feat. Joey Purp)
Yeah
Young
Uh
Yeah
I’ve been way too tee’d to ever let one of these bitch ** 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
Fuck what it costed, bro, I’ve been smoking exhaust, and it got me exhausted, bro
My Rollie go forty below
Money and loyalty, all that I know
Carti my glasses, Carti my ho
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 loafs
My brother tell me that “I’m proud of you, folks”
Some ** gon’ show love and some ** gon’ hate for no reason
I’m already knowing
They tryna stop me, but it’s this bad ass bitch 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
All my favorite hoodies at a bad bitch condo
But I know this Nina got my back like I’m Rondo
Sittin’ 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 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’ **
Fifties for the 5-0
Vato, see ya, then birria, boy, ya better duck your taco
** they be capping like they captain, I’m the capo
And I steer the ship, this shit go anywhere that I go
And I got the city on my shoulder like Iago
We in Miami like Martin and Will
She tryna get her 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 starvin’ 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 to keep it P like a two-seat drop
But we gotta lock up like a 2C knot
Know that you wanna see 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