Bad Boys lyrics

[Intro]
(You can really do that, Cami?)
(420 Tiesto)

[Verse 1: Rucci]
Okay, she almost broke my heart, then I remembered she was broke (What?)
Spent a hundred bands on this Moncler coat (Hundred bands)
A real pothead if you n*ggas want smoke (Want smoke)
About bread, got that sh*t by the loaf, ayy (Go)
Okay, now viva la raza (Viva la raza)
Double G's with my Prada (With my Prada)
Chinchilla coat, n*gga, watch me cha-cha (Ooh, ooh)
Got my name off the block like Ibaka
Name a n*gga hotter
Real rockstar, no guitar, this a chopper (This a chopper)
Heard you pop bars, I pop bags and take molly (Take molly)
Two bad b*tches in the back, they both dykin'
I been had money, man, that sh*t don't excite me (What?)
If I go down, on my life, you better write me (What?)
Knock a n*gga down, double back, we still slidin'
Bought my b*tch a body, now she feelin' like she Kylie (Go)
I'm a bad boy, Mike Lowrey

[Chorus: Rucci]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, they let me bring my gun in the party (In the party)
I done popped some pills, now I'm retarded (Now I'm retarded)
They f*cked up, look what they done started (What they done started)
We got choppers, no Harleys (Ayy, go)
I'm a bad boy, Mike Lowrey (Mike Lowrey)
Ayy, I'm not just anybody, I'm a target (I'm a target)
Walkin' out of Saks Fifth, you at Target (You at Target)
A real sh*t-talker, a real sh*t-starter, what you finna tell 'em?
Do somethin', n*gga, do somethin', ayy (Ayy)
Do somethin', n*gga, do somethin', ayy (They ain't gon' do nothin')
Do somethin', n*gga, do somethin', ayy (Ayy, okay, though)
Do somethin', n*gga, do somethin' (They ain't gon' do nothin')
[Verse 2: AzChike]
Slide somethin', n*gga, slide somethin'
My n*ggas hungry, b*tch, you can die for nine hundred
And we gon' rob your b*tch ass if you don't buy nothin'
Your independent broke ass, you need to sign somethin'
I tell a b*tch f*ck yours, I know mines comin'
b*tch, you a weak f*ck like we dry humpin'
You can suck me all you want, he ain't gon' try nothin'
I said you could die for nine, but f*ck it, he'll take five hundred
Or the stick with the kickback in this kickback
If you don't ask me, n*gga, ask him where your b*tch at
p*ss me off, show you where that sh*t at
Chopper bullets lookin' like the tip of a pickaxe
Now why would I sit on my ass? That's where you kiss at
Need like ten mil' with like ten plaques
And like that plaque on your gums, we goin' pitch black
I told my n*ggas, "Boy, I got it, you just sit back"

[Chorus: Rucci]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, they let me bring my gun in the party (In the party)
I done popped some pills, now I'm retarded (Now I'm retarded)
They f*cked up, look what they done started (What they done started)
We got choppers, no Harleys (Ayy, go)
I'm a bad boy, Mike Lowrey (Mike Lowrey)
Ayy, I'm not just anybody, I'm a target (I'm a target)
Walkin' out of Saks Fifth, you at Target (You at Target)
A real sh*t-talker, a real sh*t-starter, what you finna tell 'em?
Do somethin', n*gga, do somethin', ayy (Ayy)
Do somethin', n*gga, do somethin', ayy (They ain't gon' do nothin')
Do somethin', n*gga, do somethin', ayy (Ayy, okay, though)
Do somethin', n*gga, do somethin' (They ain't gon' do nothin')