Here Are the Lyrics to Post Malone’s ‘Cooped Up’ Feat. Roddy Ricch

Mm-mm-mm

I’m about to pull up
Hit switch, pull curtain (hit switch, pull curtain)
And I’ve been waitin’ so long
Now I gotta resurface (I gotta resurface)
And yeah, we ’bout to toast up
All that bread that we burnin’ (burnin’, burnin’, burnin’)
‘Cause I’ve been feelin’ cooped up (yeah)
I’ve been f—in’ cooped up (mm-mm-mm)

Yeah, I’m off the Bud Light, not the bourbon (mm)
I might chop the roof off the Suburban (skrrt)
Tried to Bia Nice Guy, John Terzian (wow)
‘Til I started throwin’ up in your Birkin (ooh)
Then I woke up in the mornin’
Police showed up at my door with a warrant (f— that sh–)
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 outcast, I’m the only guy in slacks
That’ll cost you three stacks (three stacks, 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
All of these things on my body, let’s party (ah-ah-ah)

I’m about to pull up
Hit switch, pull curtain (hit switch, pull curtain)
And I’ve been waitin’ so long
Now I gotta resurface (I gotta resurface)
And yeah, we ’bout to toast up
All that bread that we burnin’ (burnin’, burnin’, burnin’)
‘Cause I’ve been feelin’ cooped up (yeah)
I’ve been f—in’ cooped up (cooped up, mm-mm-mm)

Sh–, gotta pull up
Pull up, I’ma pull up
I pull up, ayy
Got black minks all on the rug, whoa, whoa
Got hella h–s poppin’ drugs, whoa, whoa
In every hood, they show us love, whoa, whoa
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
A project n—a, I never thought I would see sh–
If I tried to tell you, you prolly wouldn’t believe us

I’m about to pull up
Hit switch, pull curtain (hit switch, pull curtain)
And I’ve been waitin’ so long
Now I gotta resurface (I gotta resurface)
And yeah, we ’bout to toast up
All that bread that we burnin’ (burnin’, burnin’, burnin’)
‘Cause I’ve been feelin’ cooped up (yeah)
I’ve been f—in’ cooped up (cooped up, mm-mm-mm)

‘Til the daylight come, ’til the daylight come
I got sake in my tummy, cigarette in my lungs
It’s eleven in the mornin’ and we still ain’t done
And I’m still that bi—, so what?

Yeah, we ’bout to toast up
All that bread that we burnin’ (burnin’, burnin’, burnin’)
‘Cause I’ve been feelin’ cooped up (yeah)
I’ve been f—in’ cooped up (mm-mm-mm)

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Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

Written by: Austin Richard Post, William Walsh, Louis Russell Bell, Rodrick Wayne Jr. Moore