In Some Trouble

[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...