Go mami, go mami go
Go mami. go mami go
She throws it back for a Cadillac, uh
Makin me hit it from back no, uh
Go mami. go mami go
Go mami. go mami go
She throws it back for a Cadillac, uh
Makin me hit it from back no, uh
Makin me hit it from back no strap
Fuck around pussy boy you going to get clapped
Watching me everywhere man you better run
Two shots to the dome now you are going up
Heaven or hell bitch I don't really know
Gimmie my streams hoe you know what it do
Gang coming in now we are going to run it
NYC aren't the best place ain't it
Bitch I'm in race car you know that I'm driving
Beating these rappers by miles I'm overlapping
Ten-minute track? hell nah, I ain't wit it
Addin' Ten more God damn you really crazy, uh?
Hatin me but still on my dick, uh?
Like a stocker
You will be creeping, imposter
Boy you actin sus I fuckin tell
Lemme get on track I'm off as hell
Hundred single plays, not one sale
Wanna fuck with me? not Marceline?
Car battery, not smoking trees
Come fuck with me, and you will bleed
Yeah, Yeah
And you will bleed, Running to me
Like I said run that shit back
Go mami, go mami go
Go mami. go mami go
She throws it back for a Cadillac, uh
Makin me hit it from back no, uh
Go mami. go mami go
Go mami. go mami go
She throws it back for a Cadillac, uh
Makin me hit it from back no, uh