I can hold my liquor This man can’t handle me But this man can’t handle his weed On Chicago, south of town 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 nigga But you really just know the old me
Bitch 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 fuck and I can own ya One cold night in October, pussy had me floating Feel like Deepak Chopra, pussy 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 bitch with no shoulders Tellin’ you that I’m bogus, bitch 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 bitch, 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 nigga 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