[Intro]

Darksample

[Verse]

Don’t give a fuck ‘bout the weight, still standin’ on legs like [?]

Oh, my momma called me again, “Who you gon’ be? What you became?”

This bitch from 2008, I call it “self-irony”

They got limits in they thinkin' - this what y’all call Y2K?

(Say "sorry to thousands")

Chill in San Jose, don’t like, like Chicago

Why you still look sad? Bro, hand me that bottle

Turn to maxed he can — “Ay, cabrón, ¿qué pasa?”

[Chorus]

Pullin' out day, pull up ya boo in the bae

I just wanna count my big pain, bitch you know i'm alright

We ain't never stoppin', see these pills that i was poppin'

Pullin' out day, pull up ya boo-