Mines lyrics

[Intro: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
Ooh, RJ
Mmh, hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, I talk that sh*t 'cause I live that sh*t, n*gga
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 n*gga, 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 f*ck 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, n*gga, worry 'bout yours, n*gga
I'ma worry 'bout mine, mine, hey
I can't worrry 'bout yours, n*gga
n*gga, I ain't got the time, time, hey
We pull up and we score, n*gga
Send that boy to the sky, sky, hey
And we still pourin' fours, n*gga
And we still gettin' high, high, hey
[Verse 2: BandGang Paid Will]
Got big racks, n*gga, 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 n*ggas 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 n*gga say he looking for me, tell him slide through
I be with the jackboys, you gon' rob who?
n*gga talkin' like he get it, b*tch, who you lyin' to?

[Chorus: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
Hey, n*gga, worry 'bout yours, n*gga
I'ma worry 'bout mine, mine, hey
I can't worrry 'bout yours, n*gga
n*gga, I ain't got the time, time, hey
We pull up and we score, n*gga
Send that boy to the sky, sky, hey
And we still pourin' fours, n*gga
And we still gettin' high, high, hey

[Verse 3: BandGang Javar]
Dawgs talkin' crazy, I ain't worried 'bout them n*ggas
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 n*ggas people ain't want in the pool
I be with street n*ggas, you be with Crime Stoppers
Don't do dirt with him, he a pillow talker
Talk that loyal sh*t but you a clique hopper
Type that hate to see you get it like a c*ck blocker
[Chorus: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
Hey, n*gga, worry 'bout yours, n*gga
I'ma worry 'bout mine, mine, hey
I can't worrry 'bout yours, n*gga
n*gga, I ain't got the time, time, hey
We pull up and we score, n*gga
Send that boy to the sky, sky, hey
And we still pourin' fours, n*gga
And we still gettin' high, high, hey