Lil Mani, Babyface Ray - Ain't Gotta Rap lyrics
Babyface Ray [Marcellus Rayvon Register] Detroit, Michigan, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Lil Mani, Babyface Ray - Ain't Gotta Rap lyrics]
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
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)
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
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)
(Damn, JakeSand)
Know what I’m talkin’ bout? Aye
Cali pak, yeah, still exotic pop shit aye
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)
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
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)