Liquor Locker VIC MENSA (Ft. Ty Dolla $ign)

[Intro: Vic Mensa]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Thought you was coming over? Wake up

[Verse 1: Vic Mensa]
Late night calls, feeling 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 fussing 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