Lyrics : Louis Bell/Austin Post/Rodrick Wayne Moore, Jr./Billy Walsh
Music : Louis Bell/Austin Post/Rodrick Wayne Moore, Jr./Billy Walsh
Mm
I'm about to pull up, hit switch, pull curtain (Switch, pull curtain)
And I been waitin' so long, now I gotta resurface (Surface, surface, surface)
Yeah, we ’bout to toast up, all that bread that we burnin' (Burnin', burnin', burnin')
'Cause I been feelin' cooped up (Yeah)
I’ve been ****ing cooped up (Cooped up, mm-mm-mm)
Yeah, I'm off the Bud Light, not the bourbon (Mm)
I'ma chop the roof off the Suburban (Skrrt)
Tried to Bia Nice Guy next guy, John Terzian (Wow)
'Til I started throwin' up in your Birkin (Ooh)
Then I woke up in the mornin' (I woke up in the)
Police showed up at my door with a warrant (**** that shit )
I remember flushin' somethin' down the toilet (Flush, flush)
Guess he gotta let me off with a warnin'
Return of the Mack (Ah)
Feelin' like an Outkast
I'm the only guy in slacks, that'll cost ya three stacks (That'll cost you three stacks)
Now you savin' that check, why you takin' my swag?
Can you give me that back?
Gucci my Prada, Miyake (Ooh)
Louis, Bottega, and Tommy (Ayy)
All of these things on my body, let's party (Ah, ah, ah)
I'm about to pull up, hit switch, pull curtain (Switch, pull curtain)
And I been waitin' so long, now I gotta resurface (Surface, surface, surface)
Yeah, we ’bout to toast up, all that bread that we burnin' (Burnin', burnin', burnin')
'Cause I been feelin' cooped up (Yeah)
I’ve been ****ing cooped up (Cooped up, mm-mm-mm)
shit, gotta pull up, pull up, I'ma pull up, I pull up, ayy
Got black minks all on the rug, woah, woah
Got hella hoes popping drugs, woah, woah
In every hood, they show us love, woah, woah
Partner in crime with me while we whippin' in the spaceship
Got it out the pavement, now we gettin' payment
Everybody 'round me gettin' 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 date
He had me rockin' every night, sold out arenas
A project nigga , I never thought I would see shit
Or tried to tell you, you probably wouldn't believe us
I'm about to pull up, hit switch, pull curtain (Switch, pull curtain)
And I been waitin' so long, now I gotta resurface (Surface, surface, surface)
Yeah, we ’bout to toast up, all that bread that we burnin' (Burnin', burnin', burnin')
'Cause I been feelin' cooped up (Yeah)
I’ve been ****ing cooped up (Cooped up, mm-mm-mm)
Till the day I come, till the day I 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 b!tch, so what?
Yeah, we ’bout to toast up, all that bread that we burnin' (Burnin', burnin', burnin')
'Cause I been feelin' cooped up (Yeah)
I’ve been ****ing cooped up (Cooped up, mm-mm-mm)