Liquor Locker

[Intro: Vic Mensa] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Thought you was coming over? Wake up [Verse 1: Vic Mensa] Late night calls, feelin' slightly faded Free alcohol at the club, that shit's overrated Call up Liquor Locker (brrt brrt!), bring me apple vodka Shawty, yeah, yeah, yeah, you know that I could do you proper Pour you a drink, would you please Stop fussin' with your Samsung? I call your bluff, why you playing? I ain’t that nigga to play games on No, no, no, no, I could do you proper, proper I could do you proper, proper I love your conversation, usually I’m not the long talker, but this [Chorus: Vic Mensa] Liquor, liquor, liquor, liquor, liquor got me talkin', talkin' Way too much, way too much, way too much, way too much Got me textin', callin', it's 2:30 in the morning Tryna wake you up, wake you up, where you at? Where you at? I might put a Uber on you, I might have to pull up on you Pick you up, fuck you up, give you some of this liquor Liquor from the Liquor Locker have ya, have ya, have ya talking Way too much, way too much, way too much, whoa [Verse 2: Vic Mensa] Don't listen to Kiara, she be talkin' crazy She say I'm a savage, man, that bitch just be hatin' I just think you're worth it, oh, please don't take it personal But by the way you talk, I know that I could do you proper Pour you a drink, is it me, or is one of us romantic? Don't be so stiff, move your hips I ain't that nigga 'til you're dancin' I hope you know I can do you proper, proper Like I was a doctor, doctor This is an emergency, hurry up, call the Liquor Locker, pour up the [Chorus: Vic Mensa] Liquor, liquor, liquor, liquor, liquor got me talkin', talkin' Way too much, way too much, way too much, way too much Got me textin', callin', it's 2:30 in the morning Tryna wake you up, wake you up, where you at? Where you at? I might put a Uber on you, I might have to pull up on you Pick you up, fuck you up, give you some of this Liquor from the Liquor Locker have ya, have ya, have ya talking Way too much, way too much, way too much, whoa [Verse 3: Ty Dolla $ign] Drinkin' Bombay 'til we all fucked up I was drinkin' Bombay 'til I had to throw up I was boolin' with a baddie from the Bay Area Couldn't make it up the stairs, had to get carried up, ay Way too much Adderall, I can't sleep now Kush got my eyes low, can't see now Orange Tesla got me on ten right now If I get her naked, I'mma sin right now Can I hit it proper? Fuck you real proper Have you screaming "Papa", yeah Touch all on your body, feelin' on your body Fuck all on your body, yeah Too many drinks and all these drugs Done way too much, way too much, way too much So please, get off your Samsung And let's do this while your man's gone, baby, yeah [Chorus: Vic Mensa] Liquor, liquor, liquor, liquor, liquor got me talkin', talkin' Way too much, way too much, way too much, way too much Got me textin', callin', it's 2:30 in the morning Tryna wake you up, wake you up, where you at? Where you at? I might put a Uber on you, I might have to pull up on you Pick you up, fuck you up, give you some of this Liquor from the Liquor Locker have ya, have ya, have ya talking Way too much, way too much, way too much, whoa [Outro] Oh oh oh oh oh-oh Oh oh oh oh oh-oh Oh oh oh oh oh-oh Oh oh oh oh oh-oh Oh oh oh oh oh-oh Oh oh oh oh oh-oh Oh oh oh oh oh-oh