Cooped Up Lyrics by Post Malone ft. Roddy Ricch is latest English song with music also given by Louis Bell. Cooped Up song lyrics are written by Billy Walsh, Louis Bell, Wayne Moore, Roddy Ricch & Post Malone.
Cooped Up Song Detail
| Song Name: | Cooped Up |
| Singer: | Post Malone, Roddy Ricch |
| Composer: | Louis Bell |
| Lyrics by: | Billy Walsh, Louis Bell, Wayne Moore, Roddy Ricch, Post Malone |
Cooped Up Lyrics
Mmm!
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
And yeah, we boutta toast up, all that bread that we burnin
Burnin’, burnin’, burnin’
Cause I been feelin’ cooped up (yeah)
I been f**kin’ 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)
Tryna bia nice 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 (f**k that s**t)
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 you 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
And yeah, we boutta toast up, all that bread that we burnin
Burnin’, burnin’, burnin’
Cause I been feelin’ cooped up (yeah)
I been f**kin’ cooped up (cooped up, mm-mm-mm)
S**t, gotta pull up, pull up, I’ma pull up, I pull up, ayy
Got black minks all on the road, woah, woah
Got hella hoes poppin’ ‘dro, 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 ‘member 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
I’m project ni**a, I never thought I would see s**t
I tried to tell you, you prolly 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
And yeah, we boutta toast up, all that bread that we burnin
Burnin’, burnin’, burnin’
Cause I been feelin’ cooped up (yeah)
I been f**kin’ cooped up (cooped up, mm-mm-mm)
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 boutta toast up, all that bread that we burnin
Burnin’, burnin’, burnin
Cause I been feelin’ cooped up (yeah)
I been f**kin’ cooped up (cooped up, mm-mm-mm)