(Chorus)
I'ma son you, no irv gotti
Hail mary n***a, run quick see
But i'm finna make a hey mama remix man i love em so much/
Be beside, lord, just give the right to desire or admire such
I'll remix an em song and pop x like m and ms

(Verse 1)
And i be talking about me, i do this
This ain't some wale remix its all me
Trying to catch me riding dirty
Tell the fucking teacher that this burlap sack is filled

(Chorus)
I'ma son you, no irv gotti
Hail mary n***a, run quick see
But i'm finna make a hey mama remix man i love em so much/
Be beside, lord, just give the right to desire or admire such
I'll remix an em song and pop x like m and ms
(Verse 2)
I'm too busy doin the type of shit that got gotti killed
So im saying sorry now for all the bad shit ive said , its not an excuse i was a
On a dope remix shout out to tyga, no diss on the net i saw yo girl chyna's vagina

(Chorus)
I'ma son you, no irv gotti
Hail mary n***a, run quick see
But i'm finna make a hey mama remix man i love em so much/
Be beside, lord, just give the right to desire or admire such
I'll remix an em song and pop x like m and ms
(Verse 3)
I'm the first one to do that i bet you never knew that
I just did a remix this a tribute to his crew and shit
Leave all they clothes on, baby this ain't so hard
You can't remix this song, cause before you even start

(Chorus)
I'ma son you, no irv gotti
Hail mary n***a, run quick see
But i'm finna make a hey mama remix man i love em so much/
Be beside, lord, just give the right to desire or admire such
I'll remix an em song and pop x like m and ms