In Some Trouble

Lyrics

[Intro: Korporate] Hold tight I got somebody for ya' I'm finna hit shorty right now! She badder than Bebe's kids, ya hear me? And she be sliding and gliding [Chorus: Vic Mensa] I sent a flight out your way Lemme know if you got it Take you out to the islands Maybe somewhere exotic Shawty backing it up, she dancing like she at Follies She be sliding, and gliding She got drip on her body [Verse 1: Vic Mensa] We ain't got time for the lames We tryna live in the moment Flower girl you the coldest Chop the top off the Lotus Bank account on no limit Cause we so bout it, bout it She be sliding, and gliding She got drip on her body [Post-Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign] Girl them niggas can't love you like I love you You gon' fuck around and get me in some trouble Give you the business, baby let's go public Girl them niggas can't love you like I love you I said, he ain't gonna love you like I love you We got bottles coming over by the dozen I'm a business, baby let's go public I'ma fuck around and get you in some trouble [Verse 2: Vic Mensa] She got a nigga at home, talking 'bout she a savage She just dropped me an address, talking 'bout I can have it Off-White on the heels, with the stripes on the bottom She be sliding, and gliding, she got drip on her body She get wet like Hawaii, got that flow outta water Back and forth 'cross the border Louis V like a hoarder She got baggage I told her, "Girl we all got some mileage" But we just don't care, we just keep it player Put a lil' something in the air Smoking that kush on La Brea Looking like Princess Leia, lick my, Lightsaber I've been way up since Straight Up Timbuk2 on the fader OutKast in high school we was bumping "Hey Ya" Now I'm on a whole new wave I feel like Kelly Slater Up in the condo, fucking on the elevator Or we can keep it low-key take it off the radar Just put the filler up in the grill, I see you in Jamaica [Chorus: Vic Mensa] I sent a flight out your way Lemme know if you got it Take you out to the tropics Maybe somewhere exotic Shawty backing it up, she dancing like she at Follies She be sliding, and gliding She got drip on her body [Post-Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign] Girl, them niggas can't love you like I love you You gon' fuck around and get me in some trouble Give you the business, baby, let's go public Girl, them niggas can't love you like I love you I said, he ain't gonna love you like I love you We got bottles coming over by the dozen I'm a business, baby, let's go public I'ma fuck around and get you in some trouble [Bridge: Vic Mensa] If you feel it, is it love? (Is it love?) Or is it lust? (Love) Do you (Do you?) touch yourself sometimes? Reminisce what never was But was it ever love? [Outro: Vic Mensa] She be sliding, and gliding, she got drip on her body Slide, sliding, and gliding, she got drip on her body Shawty backing it up, shawty backing it up She be sliding, and gliding Drip, drip on her body Next message: "Vic Mensa's a bitch" Next message: "Vic Mensa's a pussy!" Next message: "Not cool, this not cool" Next message: "Bro, you know you're a hoe right? I'm not gonna stop calling you that, I called you like what, 59 times now?" Next message: "Uh, yuh, like, get back to me, bruh. I just really want to know, like, do I got sauce, bruh? 'Cause I'm tryna get signed and shit, ya' know?" Next message: "You is a whole pussy ass bitch out here. Your head shaped like a caterpillar dick. I hope you die, right now. and you hear this message and I hope you have a heart attack and die...