I’m about to pull up
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Hit switch pull curtain
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And I’ve been waitin’ so long
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Now I gotta re-surface
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And yeah we bout to toast up
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All that bread that we burnin’
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Cuz I’ve been feelin’ cooped up
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I’ve been fuckin’ cooped up
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Yeah I’m off the Bud Light
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not the bourbon
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I might chop the roof off
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the Suburban
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Tried to Bia Nice Guy
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John Terzian
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Til’ I started throwin’ up
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in your Birkin
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Then I woke up in the mornin’
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Police showed up at my door
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with a warrant
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I remember flushin’ somethin’
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down the toilet
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Guess you gotta
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let me off with with a warning
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Return Of Mack
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Feelin’ like an Outkast
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I’m the only guy in slacks
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that’ll cost ya three stacks
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Now you savin’ that check
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Why you takin’ my swag
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can you give me that back
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Gucci my Prada Miyake
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Louie Bottega and Tommy
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All of these things on my body
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Let’s party
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I’m about to pull up
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Hit switch pull curtain
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And I’ve been waitin’ so long
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Now I gotta re-surface
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And yeah we bout to toast up
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All that bread that we burnin’
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Cuz I’ve been feelin’ cooped up
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I’ve been fuckin’ cooped up
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Shit gotta pull up pull up
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Ima pull up I pull up
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Got black minx all on the rug
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Got hella hoes popping drugs
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In every hood they show us love
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Partner in crime with me while
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we whipping in the space ship
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Got out the pavement
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now we getting payment
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Everybody around me
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getting money
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it's too contagious
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Kept it solid now we real rich
|
to they amazement
|
I pulled up the black Badge
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cause it was cleaner
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I remember I was just posted up
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with the demons
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And Posty took me
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on my first damn tour dates
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He had me rocking every night
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sold out arenas
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A project n***a I never thought
|
I would see shit
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Or try to tell you
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you probably wouldn’t believe us
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I’m about to pull up
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Hit switch pull curtain
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And I’ve been waitin’ so long
|
Now I gotta re-surface
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And yeah we bout to toast up
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All that bread that we burnin’
|
Cuz I’ve been feelin’ cooped up
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I’ve been fuckin’ cooped up
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Til’ the daylight come
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Til’ the daylight come
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I got Sake in my tummy
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cigarette in my lungs
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It’s Eleven in the mornin’
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and we still ain’t done
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And I’m still that bitch so what
|
Yeah we bout to toast up
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All this bread that we burnin’
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Cuz I’ve been feelin’ cooped up
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I’ve been fuckin’ cooped up
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Cooped Up (Feat. Roddy Ricch)
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| Post Malone |
