I can hold my liquor
But this man can ' t handle his weed
On Chicago south of town 16931,-49)
I'm on in Indiana
I'm heard on the radio now
I can't handle no liquor
But these bitches can't handle me
I can't control my niggas
And my niggas they can't control me
You say you know me my n***a
But you really just know the old me
b***h I'm back out my coma
Waking up on your sofa
When I park my Range Rover
Slightly scratch your Corolla
Okay I smashed your Corolla
I'm hanging on a hangover
Five years we been over
Ask me why I came over
One more hit and I can own ya
One more f**k and I can own ya
One cold night in October
p***y had me floating
Feel like Deepak Chopra
p***y had me dead
Might call 2Pac over
Yeezy's all on you sofa
These the red Octobers
Still ain't learn me no manners
You love me when I ain't sober
You love me when I'm hungover
Even when I blow doja
Then her auntie came over
Skinny b***h with no shoulders
Tellin' you that I'm bogus
b***h you don't even know us
Baby girl he's a loner
Baby girl he's a loner
Late night organ donor
After that he disown ya
After that he's just hopeless
Soul mates become soulless
When he's sober it's over and b***h
I'm back out my coma
I can't handle no liquor
But these bitches can't handle me
I can't control my niggas
And my niggas they can't control me
You say you know me my n***a
But you really just know the old me
I heard you need a new fad
I heard you need a new stack
I heard you need a new phone
I know your 'rents ain't be home
Callin' up your uncle's place
Shit's all over the place
I don't hear your phone
Ohhh on the phone
