verse
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
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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 a warning, Return of Mack
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Shit, gotta pull up, pull up, I'ma 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 spaceship
Got it 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
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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 rocking every night, sold out arenas
A project nigga, I never thought I would see shit
Or try to tell you, you probably wouldn't believe us
bridge
'Til the daylight come, 'til the daylight come
I got saké in my tummy, cigarette in my lungs
It's 11 in the mornin', and we still ain't done
And I'm still that bitch, so what?
chorus
Yeah, we 'bout to toast up
All that bread that we burnin'
'Cause I've been feelin' cooped up
I've been fuckin' cooped up