Lyrics Bad Boys - Pop Smoke

Bad Boys

Ah, rr, ayy, ayy, ayy, woo
Grrt, bah, lemme see some
When the goin' gets tough, the tough gets goin' (The tough gets goin', yeah)
Opps in the streets, get shot by police, I’m tellin' a dead man’s story (Ooh)
So much trouble out there, the way that they playin' not fair (Fair, yeah)
We’re doin' what it takes just to survive (To survive)
Bad boys (Bad boy, bad boys, bad boys)
Bad boys (Bad boys, I’m a bad boy, bad boy, I’m a bad boy)
Look, this Glock up on me holds six-O ('O)
Have 'em dancin' like Calypso ('So)
I’m a big belly rude boy
My stomach look like a hippo ('Po)
Tell the bottle girls, «Shake it» (Shake it)
Bring the bottles of Bel Air (Bel Air)
Oh, we can’t smoke in the spot (Nah)
Stop all that gas in the air (Stop all that gas in the air)
Nigga, I’m from the Floss where we get the money (Ah)
That’s on gang, I don’t care what you do (Nah)
Get to the breesh, takin' your malls
Where I’m from you gotta stack like a Jew
I’m the big foo', I got guns in the coupe
Talk out your ming, you get robbed for your jewels
Not, you not gang, I’m big 092
When you walk in the spot, nigga, you better woo (Woo)
When the goin' gets tough, the tough gets goin' (The tough gets goin', yeah)
Opps in the streets, get shot by police, I’m tellin' a dead man’s story (Ooh)
So much trouble out there, the way that they playin' not fair (Fair, yeah)
We’re doin' what it takes just to survive (To survive)
Bad boys (Bad boy, bad boys, bad boys)
Bad boys (Bad boys, I’m a bad boy, bad boy, I’m a bad boy)
Not for the politickin' or discussion', brodie gon' rush 'em
Send shots to his chest, now his chest got buttons
You said it’s my problem, my nigga, start dumpin'
Tryna live righteous
We done came up, now niggas don’t like us
Shake up the room
I ride for my brother, man got the heart of a lion
The streets never loved nobody
Ain’t lookin' too good but it’s hot like the tropics
They shoot you for dead
Look at the coroner, count all the bodies
Yes, we’re fightin' to survive
We ain’t fuckin' with you
When the goin' gets tough, the tough gets goin' (The tough gets goin', yeah)
Opps in the streets, get shot by police, I’m tellin' a dead man’s story (Ooh)
So much trouble out there, the way that they playin' not fair (Fair, yeah)
We’re doin' what it takes just to survive (To survive)
Bad boys (Bad boy, bad boys, bad boys)
Bad boys (Bad boys, I’m a bad boy, bad boy, I’m a bad boy)