Mines

[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