Gassed, winded and showing its/their age, those “Bad Boys” are back — wise-cracking, trash-talking, gun-slinging and coping with their own mortality for “Bad Boys: Ride or Die.”

The franchise is almost 30 years old and its action stars are well into their AARP years. Closing in on 60, the phrase “I’m a grown-ass man” loses its comic sting.

Michael Bay’s no longer involved in this sassy Miami cops saga, although he’s got a cameo in their latest. Replacement directors Adil El Arbi and Billal Fallah handle the over-the-top shoot-outs and brawls well enough. “Ride or Die” features a few preliminary fights/shoot-outs, no chases, a helicopter hijacking and a closed gator theme park finale.

But the spark is gone, the amusement in Martin Lawrence’s strained mugging and eye-bugging is played. When he says “I GOT this,” we still don’t believe him. It’s just that it’s no longer funny.

The story this time starts with Detective Mike (Smith) getting married, a few moments of paying tribute to their late captain (Joe Pantoliano), a Marcus (Lawrence) heart attack and serio-comic dip into the after life.

He gets a warning from their late captain — killed in the last film — and a sense that “It’s not your time” means “You can’t kill me.”

That can’t be contributing to Mike’s sudden penchant for “panic attacks” that make him freeze in the clinches.

Eric Dane plays the new “cartel” enforcer who intends to test that “You can’t kill me” theory. Framing up the late captain is a start. Mike’s assassin son (Jacob Scipio), introduced in “Bad Boys For Life,” might be the one guy who can ID this new mob enforcer. And he’s in prison.

With a state’s attorney (Ioan Gruffud) now engaged to their new boss (Paola Núñez) and a scandal erupting over dead Captain Howard’s corruption, the FBI and U.S. Marshals involved and that dead captain sending them a video pointing towards who might be behind all this, things could get complicated.

Only they don’t.

The Chris Bremner script is cut-and-paste generic, the chemistry between our two stars is a tad forced and bringing in Tiffany Haddish as an unfiltered strip club owner doesn’t up the comic ante enough to make this pay off.

Any nostalgia that helped sell their last outing is gone baby gone.

Lawrence trying to lead Smith in one more verse of the title tune is just sad, although a scene where he slaps Smith several times to get over his latest panic attack has a “That’s for Chris Rock” vibe, which is about as edgy as this weary stumble down the mean streets (not the beaches) gets.

Rating: R, bloody violence, profanity, “sexual references”

Cast: Will Smith, Martin Lawrence, Joe Pantoliano, Jacob Scipio, Tiffany Haddish, Vanessa Hudgens, Alexander Ludwig, Ioan Gruffudd, Eric Dane and Paola Núñez.

Credits: Directed by Adil El Arbi and Bilall Fallah, scripted by Chris Bremner. A Columbia Pictures release.

Running time: 1:55