[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 n***a)
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 n***as 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 (N***a)

[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 n***a 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 n***a 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 n***as 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, n***as still gettin’ taxed
Sippin’ on that chop and screw
Diamonds hittin’ in the booth
Put a n***a 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 n***as think
[Chorus: Babyface Ray]
Lil Mani from the Nap, he ain’t gotta rap (That’s my n***a)
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 n***as 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 (N***a)