BANGAZ

Lyrics

[Chorus: Don Toliver] I'm poppin' like Crisco Pull up in a souped up Benzo Stand on the block with a Glock and ten toes Ha-ha, how do these niggas fall for these bimbos? Ha-ha, callin' up Pharrell, I need them Timbos Call my brother to smoke, he need like ten loads A mini Minute Maid on drop top, nigga, like ten hoes I'm jumping in line, Cac' Jack, this shit got ten roads A nigga want a verse with DT, God damn it, got ten flows [Bridge: Don Toliver] I like the way she— uh, yeah I like the way she— uh, yeah I like the way she— uh, uh, uh (Yeah, yeah) I like the way she— uh, yeah I like the way she— uh, yeah I like the way she— I like the way she— I like the way she— yeah [Verse 1: Don Toliver] Lil' ass bitch, touch down in Croatia I'm in the club, "Here, pop a Fantasia" "What is you doin' bitch, what is your main shit?" That lil' petty shit'll turn homicide danger I poppin' this shit off like Texas Ranger "Where is you goin' bitch, what is the danger?" I'm flyin' down the block, this bitch is a angel I'm bendin' the corner, I'm turnin' the angles We got all the shit, do this shit like Bojangles I took the lil' bitch to go shop in Topanga She stack the shit up but she got her a ringer Chanelly her purses, she totin' a Banga Throwin' up gang signs, throwin' up fingers Throwin' up gang signs, throwin' up fingers [Refrain: Don Toliver & Destroy Lonely] I like the way she— uh, yeah I like the way she— uh, yeah I like the way she— uh, uh, uh (Yeah, yeah) I like the way she— uh, yeah (Yah) I like the way she— uh, yeah (Uh) I like the way she— I like the way she (Double O) I like the way she— (Baby Money, yah) [Verse 2: Destroy Lonely] I like the way that she twist her fingers (Twist 'em) I'm 'bout to buy her a Double O chain (Double O) She make it bounce, got springs in her veins (Yeah) I'm 'bout to throw it up, racks, okay (Baby Money) Yeah, walk into the Baby Money range (Haha) My ho, had a tattoo on her face I got another hundred thousand on the way Twistin' niggas hatin', can't stop this race She just tryna fuck, don't do no speakin' (Nah, we ain't talkin', yeah) You shouldn't have cuffed that ho, what the fuck was you thinkin'? (Double O; Yeah, yeah) My right wrist takin' a turn, it keep blinkin' (Blinkin', Baby Money; Yeah, yeah) I don't think I even deserve her, the bitch too freaky (Freaky; Woo, woo) I like the way she pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it (Baby Money; Woo-woo) She gotta suck that dick until she throw up, if ya' ever get nauseous (Woo-woo; Nauseous, nauseous) She gotta cheat on her man, she ain't goin' home, she ain't sayin' sorry Cheatin' with us in a mansion, shawty said she wanna fuck on Carti (Woo-woo) Baby Money (Uh), Baby Money [Chorus: Don Toliver] I'm poppin' like Crisco Pull up in a souped up Benzo Stand on the block with a Glock and ten toes Ha-ha, how do these niggas fall for these bimbos? Ha-ha, callin' up Pharrell, I need them Timbos Call my brother to smoke, he need like ten loads A mini Minute Maid on drop top, nigga, like ten hoes I'm jumping in line, Cac' Jack, this shit got ten roads A nigga want a verse with DT, God damn it, got ten flows [Refrain: Don Toliver] I like the way she— uh, yeah I like the way she— uh, yeah I like the way she— uh, uh, uh (Yeah, yeah) I like the way she— uh, yeah I like the way she— uh, yeah