Cooped Up

I'm about to pull up

Hit switch, pull curtain

And I've been waitin' so long

Now I gotta re-surface

And yeah, we 'bout to toast up

All that bread that we burnin'

'Cause I've been feelin' cooped up

I've been ****in' cooped up

Yeah, I'm off the Bud Light not the bourbon

I might chop the roof off the Suburban

Tried to Bia Nice Guy, John Terzian

Till I started throwin' up in your Birkin

Then I woke up in the mornin'

Police showed up at my door with a warrant

I remember flushin' somethin' down the toilet

Guess you gotta let me off with with a warning, Return of the Mack

Feelin' like an Outkast

I'm the only guy in slacks, that'll cost ya three stacks

Now you savin' that check

Why you takin' my swag, can you give me that back?

Gucci my Prada, Miyake

Louie, Bottega, and Tommy

All of these things on my body

Let's party

I'm about to pull up

Hit switch, pull curtain

And I've been waitin' so long

Now I gotta re-surface

And yeah, we 'bout to toast up

All that bread that we burnin'

'Cause I've been feelin' cooped up

I've been ****in' cooped up

Shit, gotta pull up, pull up, I'ma pull up, I pull up, ay

Got black minx all on the rug

Got hella hoes popping drugs

In every hood they show us love

Partner in crime with me while we whipping in the space ship

Got it out the pavement, now we getting payment

Everybody around me getting money, it's too contagious

Kept it solid now we real rich to they amazement

I pulled up the black Badge 'cause it was cleaner

I remember I was just posted up with the demons

And Posty took me on my first damn tour dates

He had me rocking every night sold out arenas

A project nigga I never thought I would see shit

Or try to tell you, you probably wouldn't believe us

I'm about to pull up

Hit switch, pull curtain

And I've been waitin' so long

Now I gotta re-surface

And yeah, we 'bout to toast up

All that bread that we burnin'

'Cause I've been feelin' cooped up

I've been ****in' cooped up

Till the daylight come

Till the daylight come

I got saké in my tummy, cigarette in my lungs

It's eleven in the mornin' and we still ain't done

And I'm still that bitch, so what

Yeah, we 'bout to toast up

All that bread that we burnin'

'Cause I've been feelin' cooped up

I've been ****in' cooped up