Ain’t Gotta Rap Lil Mani (Ft. Babyface Ray)

[Intro: Babyface Ray]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, woo
(Flea, is the winner)
(Damn, JakeSand)
Know what I’m talkin’ bout? Aye
Cali pak, yeah, still exotic pop shit
Aye

[Chorus: Babyface Ray]
Lil Mani from the Nap, he ain’t gotta rap (That’s my nigga)
You can blow through em’ all when it’s Cali pack (Blow)
They be blowin’ up yo’ phone when you got the racks
I be gone off the phone, I ain’t gotta trap (Where you at?)
Lil niggas run they mouth, while I’m running laps
I pull it off my hip, have em’ runnin’ back (The fuck on)
What you got in the stash? About a hunnit racks
My first job was a bag, I ain’t wanna rap, boy (Nigga)

[Verse: Lil Mani]
In my hood, I’m boss man George, I ain’t gotta rap
Ain’t a thing I recorded, ever been cap
Lost AP’s, but I made twenty back (Twenty G’s)
On the road, back and forth, likе I’m doin’ laps
Hit the D to get some casеs, still dodgin’ cases
My friends own white folks, like a nigga racist
I ain’t tryna hear yo’ mouth if it ain’t bout paper
I’m stayin’ down in the trap, I can play later
Youngest nigga with them racks
Lose it all and get it back, every week a ten pack
For a fee, I bring it back
Plugged on the west coast, know I keep some Cali pack
[?] Colorado, where they got the cheap packs
He can’t afford purple red, so I brought green back
All my niggas in the system, need to get my team back
If I front you anything, I need the whole thing back
Got it all for the low, niggas still gettin’ taxed
Sippin’ on that chop and screw
Diamonds hittin’ in the booth
Put a nigga on the news, one fifty, all blues
Got her wet just like a lake
Just to re-up, catch a plane
In the trap, sippin’ drank
Don’t give a fuck what niggas think