Mines

Lyrics

[Intro: BandGang Lonnie Bands] Ooh, RJ Mmh, hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, I talk that shit 'cause I live that shit, nigga Hey, hey, hey, hey [Verse 1: BandGang Lonnie Bands] They try to take my style, they try to run with it, hey Playing with they life like we won't come get it Done playing with my life, I'm worth a meal ticket, hey Been staying out the way 'cause I'll drill a nigga, hey I'm back in that one bag, don't call it a comeback Too focused, can't call back, I'm sellin' that dog and cat I really live y'all raps, I'm really in all of that I'm tired of livin' like that, tell Gazi where the fuck my check? Poody still got my back, Stunna just brought me racks Makin' my mama stressed, don't worry, your son blessed I'm one of a couple left, was sick when DeDe left Seen Dots take his last breath, heart cold, got an ice chest [Chorus: BandGang Lonnie Bands] Hey, nigga, worry 'bout yours, nigga I'ma worry 'bout mine, mine, hey I can't worrry 'bout yours, nigga Nigga, I ain't got the time, time, hey We pull up and we score, nigga Send that boy to the sky, sky, hey And we still pourin' fours, nigga And we still gettin' high, high, hey [Verse 2: BandGang Paid Will] Got big racks, nigga, no cap You was somewhere on the court when I was in the trap If I felt you was a threat you would've been whacked Add it to the score, never speakin' on who did that Ayy, my niggas good, we ain't gotta worry Everything third person, I ain't gotta serve him One shot up top, he gon' skip the surgery Touch back with something nice, then put up thirty Before I go broke, I'll rob you If a nigga say he looking for me, tell him slide through I be with the jackboys, you gon' rob who? Nigga talkin' like he get it, bitch, who you lyin' to? [Chorus: BandGang Lonnie Bands] Hey, nigga, worry 'bout yours, nigga I'ma worry 'bout mine, mine, hey I can't worrry 'bout yours, nigga Nigga, I ain't got the time, time, hey We pull up and we score, nigga Send that boy to the sky, sky, hey And we still pourin' fours, nigga And we still gettin' high, high, hey [Verse 3: BandGang Javar] Dawgs talkin' crazy, I ain't worried 'bout them niggas I should join the FDA, I'm so worried 'bout that chicken Auntie think I got a farm 'cause she always see me with it I don't think that cheese yours 'cause I don't never see you with it Mama worried 'bout me, every night she watch the news I'm on the forty-ninth floor watching the views Y'all be wearing each other's clothes, y'all confused You one of them dirty ass niggas people ain't want in the pool I be with street niggas, you be with Crime Stoppers Don't do dirt with him, he a pillow talker Talk that loyal shit but you a clique hopper Type that hate to see you get it like a cock blocker [Chorus: BandGang Lonnie Bands] Hey, nigga, worry 'bout yours, nigga I'ma worry 'bout mine, mine, hey I can't worrry 'bout yours, nigga Nigga, I ain't got the time, time, hey We pull up and we score, nigga Send that boy to the sky, sky, hey And we still pourin' fours, nigga And we still gettin' high, high, hey