LETRACooped UpPost Malone, Roddy Ricch

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’
Cuz I’ve been feelin’ cooped up
I’ve been fuckin’ 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
Til’ 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 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’
Cuz I’ve been feelin’ cooped up
I’ve been fuckin’ cooped up

Shit, gotta pull up, pull up, Ima pull up, I pull up
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 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 n***a 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’
Cuz I’ve been feelin’ cooped up
I’ve been fuckin’ cooped up

Til’ the daylight come
Til’ 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 this bread that we burnin’
Cuz I’ve been feelin’ cooped up
I’ve been fuckin’ cooped up.